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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1229 | 2023-08-21 17:52:25 | 104.07 | 98% |
| 1143 | 2023-07-14 07:13:17 | 63.21 | 95% |