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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1535 | 2024-04-26 18:40:23 | 95.21 | 95.3% |
| 1137 | 2024-04-08 14:54:58 | 110.92 | 97.1% |