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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 79 | 2020-12-26 20:13:16 | 58.48 | 98% |
| 22 | 2020-12-21 14:49:21 | 43.75 | 96% |