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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4106 | 2025-02-27 16:35:12 | 71.64 | 97.5% |
| 943 | 2021-07-04 09:06:05 | 66.79 | 97% |