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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2278 | 2022-07-21 21:07:13 | 111.39 | 100% |
| 1944 | 2022-06-07 13:25:26 | 109.30 | 99% |