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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9077 | 2025-06-24 12:35:11 | 112.50 | 98% |
| 1587 | 2021-07-12 11:13:51 | 100.38 | 98% |
| 344 | 2021-03-07 16:06:07 | 105.94 | 98% |