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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 778 | 2021-01-21 01:56:09 | 112.97 | 98% |
| 723 | 2021-01-20 12:55:19 | 107.04 | 98% |