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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 442 | 2020-12-30 18:32:09 | 77.75 | 98% |
| 405 | 2020-12-28 17:59:07 | 70.22 | 95% |
| 317 | 2020-12-27 11:44:30 | 75.64 | 96% |