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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3290 | 2021-08-25 06:46:10 | 52.98 | 96% |
| 3006 | 2021-07-13 04:12:49 | 58.58 | 98% |