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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 445 | 2022-02-23 20:41:06 | 96.00 | 97% |
| 237 | 2020-09-16 02:30:56 | 94.23 | 97% |