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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1005 | 2021-09-01 20:20:44 | 63.85 | 95% |
| 219 | 2021-08-22 20:03:20 | 50.71 | 95% |