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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18098 | 2023-07-31 13:41:43 | 98.04 | 98% |
| 10837 | 2020-10-21 12:36:10 | 95.28 | 97% |