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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6411 | 2025-07-13 16:28:05 | 93.56 | 97% |
| 5818 | 2025-06-10 19:38:24 | 91.69 | 96% |