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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10918 | 2021-06-20 16:41:20 | 103.52 | 98% |
| 9313 | 2020-12-20 15:02:28 | 95.57 | 98% |