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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 803 | 2022-02-15 09:46:10 | 69.18 | 97% |
| 143 | 2022-01-31 10:34:48 | 65.95 | 97% |