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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2912 | 2025-04-02 18:43:54 | 124.18 | 97% |
| 182 | 2021-02-27 21:58:57 | 84.29 | 96.3% |