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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1515 | 2022-08-15 12:52:47 | 53.11 | 94% |
| 283 | 2022-06-11 06:57:09 | 46.19 | 94% |