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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1390 | 2024-07-07 07:07:53 | 135.43 | 97.8% |
| 1249 | 2024-06-26 01:11:05 | 140.81 | 97.6% |