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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1338 | 2021-05-13 16:53:36 | 57.96 | 98% |
| 1236 | 2021-05-11 15:50:49 | 58.50 | 96% |