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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3309 | 2022-02-02 19:14:32 | 113.65 | 99% |
| 2919 | 2022-01-17 16:50:23 | 107.39 | 97% |