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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4241 | 2022-04-09 13:01:31 | 82.55 | 98% |
| 2103 | 2021-11-03 02:11:36 | 62.92 | 98% |