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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7701 | 2023-03-06 12:43:00 | 88.50 | 100% |
| 2972 | 2020-02-24 12:49:28 | 92.47 | 98% |