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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1035 | 2020-12-31 07:37:09 | 78.50 | 97% |
| 339 | 2020-08-15 01:55:19 | 49.26 | 93% |