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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 817 | 2022-09-17 16:23:53 | 63.43 | 94% |
| 804 | 2022-09-09 18:17:50 | 60.72 | 94% |