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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2463 | 2024-12-16 18:52:53 | 117.06 | 98.3% |
| 177 | 2022-06-20 16:25:05 | 92.39 | 98% |