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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 785 | 2023-04-04 08:36:35 | 58.15 | 97% |
| 186 | 2023-01-16 11:47:15 | 52.23 | 97% |