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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2196 | 2025-06-25 08:40:50 | 119.63 | 98% |
| 566 | 2025-06-01 05:58:39 | 89.35 | 93% |