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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5381 | 2024-04-03 17:17:08 | 81.66 | 98% |
| 1563 | 2023-09-29 16:32:50 | 89.47 | 97.9% |