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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2702 | 2021-05-31 08:03:31 | 66.95 | 96% |
| 1149 | 2020-07-20 09:06:17 | 60.13 | 94% |