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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1935 | 2022-11-30 02:25:31 | 108.53 | 100% |
| 1915 | 2022-11-20 18:39:46 | 99.71 | 98% |