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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1846 | 2025-07-16 04:29:59 | 90.18 | 99% |
| 221 | 2025-06-02 06:25:22 | 70.35 | 96.1% |