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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 884 | 2022-10-17 16:22:34 | 81.25 | 96% |
| 871 | 2022-10-17 15:00:00 | 85.05 | 96% |