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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1233 | 2021-04-22 08:32:38 | 76.49 | 96% |
| 914 | 2021-04-01 11:18:28 | 78.61 | 97% |