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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1508 | 2025-09-03 14:13:53 | 98.52 | 98% |
| 1242 | 2025-08-30 06:58:01 | 98.75 | 98% |