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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1303 | 2021-02-10 09:36:27 | 107.41 | 98% |
| 1153 | 2021-02-01 12:10:40 | 101.96 | 97.9% |