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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2497 | 2022-01-27 14:15:03 | 131.42 | 99% |
| 2164 | 2021-09-29 16:42:43 | 150.98 | 100% |