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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4824 | 2021-06-06 21:45:45 | 143.12 | 99% |
| 2757 | 2021-01-28 15:33:49 | 138.13 | 97.7% |