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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 266 | 2021-07-17 17:14:43 | 86.84 | 97% |
| 96 | 2021-07-08 07:48:17 | 98.84 | 97% |