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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4098 | 2020-12-17 04:45:02 | 104.36 | 98% |
| 3504 | 2020-02-06 10:07:25 | 97.27 | 98% |