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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 299 | 2020-12-10 12:53:42 | 68.24 | 95% |
| 216 | 2020-12-09 13:33:42 | 74.17 | 96% |