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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 409 | 2021-07-30 16:12:57 | 82.18 | 97% |
| 216 | 2021-04-07 04:27:50 | 64.70 | 96% |