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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3655 | 2021-01-25 17:06:41 | 64.44 | 97% |
| 448 | 2020-10-30 22:37:43 | 32.36 | 99% |