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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5458 | 2023-01-06 10:24:31 | 91.44 | 98% |
| 2847 | 2022-02-18 08:00:14 | 76.40 | 94% |