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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 876 | 2021-04-25 13:58:19 | 55.53 | 93% |
| 48 | 2020-08-17 16:30:54 | 53.53 | 96% |