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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 754 | 2022-10-14 14:07:34 | 123.94 | 99% |
| 646 | 2022-09-22 16:35:29 | 118.31 | 98% |