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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2969 | 2025-04-01 13:12:37 | 112.32 | 98.3% |
| 2847 | 2025-03-19 20:39:29 | 112.01 | 98.8% |