My spirit's made up of the ocean, and the sky, and the sun, and the moon, and all my eyes can see. I cannot go back to your land of gloom, where black jagged shadows remind me of the coming of your doom. I want my own land.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 571 | 2023-06-22 23:33:54 | 50.47 | 95% |
| 325 | 2023-06-01 19:21:22 | 36.73 | 96% |