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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2713 | 2025-07-16 07:06:23 | 202.18 | 99% |
| 2316 | 2025-07-07 03:02:23 | 208.79 | 99% |