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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 307 | 2021-03-10 12:51:10 | 91.12 | 95% |
| 129 | 2020-10-26 08:38:14 | 98.87 | 98% |