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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 137 | 2021-02-03 18:44:57 | 58.74 | 95.4% |
| 34 | 2021-02-01 09:24:07 | 53.80 | 93.2% |