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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 918 | 2022-10-25 20:57:17 | 105.58 | 98% |
| 273 | 2021-06-14 21:22:51 | 101.43 | 97% |