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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1820 | 2021-06-24 10:36:05 | 66.81 | 96% |
| 1018 | 2021-05-05 18:52:37 | 57.14 | 98% |
| 518 | 2021-04-16 08:14:40 | 55.04 | 96% |