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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6464 | 2021-08-11 03:36:19 | 99.92 | 98% |
| 5877 | 2021-07-31 20:10:09 | 64.02 | 97% |