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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4293 | 2022-06-26 00:24:05 | 109.61 | 100% |
| 2809 | 2021-01-08 05:02:05 | 89.86 | 95% |