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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2488 | 2022-05-19 11:30:36 | 69.10 | 96% |
| 1115 | 2022-03-24 15:41:27 | 51.80 | 93% |