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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 873 | 2020-12-22 05:03:46 | 87.25 | 97% |
| 526 | 2020-10-15 14:45:06 | 74.07 | 96% |