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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1056 | 2021-01-25 06:06:56 | 67.60 | 96% |
| 62 | 2020-11-24 07:25:28 | 64.95 | 96% |