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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7371 | 2024-11-14 17:45:39 | 108.65 | 98% |
| 6255 | 2024-07-23 10:28:27 | 98.69 | 96.8% |