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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8212 | 2024-04-24 20:08:57 | 93.89 | 96.1% |
| 5908 | 2020-06-26 16:10:36 | 76.25 | 96% |