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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 808 | 2021-12-22 14:39:02 | 71.03 | 98% |
| 625 | 2021-12-13 07:25:55 | 64.99 | 96% |