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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1257 | 2022-12-20 22:24:12 | 56.82 | 96% |
| 801 | 2022-02-03 01:52:46 | 67.49 | 98% |