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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 759 | 2022-07-23 14:16:44 | 36.81 | 98% |
| 317 | 2022-05-28 22:42:52 | 22.51 | 98% |