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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6484 | 2022-04-12 08:31:50 | 94.25 | 98% |
| 4435 | 2021-09-10 11:00:50 | 83.28 | 96% |