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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20593 | 2020-07-21 22:10:18 | 140.83 | 98% |
| 18005 | 2020-04-03 08:47:59 | 139.29 | 99% |
| 17661 | 2020-03-29 07:04:11 | 151.14 | 100% |