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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2690 | 2021-08-22 09:00:35 | 88.19 | 98% |
| 1929 | 2021-07-31 20:10:04 | 72.88 | 93% |