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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2708 | 2025-06-18 04:47:56 | 99.89 | 98% |
| 1258 | 2024-02-07 13:40:36 | 75.67 | 93.9% |