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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2270 | 2025-05-25 19:45:33 | 145.48 | 98% |
| 498 | 2020-11-27 22:38:43 | 130.56 | 97% |