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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1588 | 2024-04-30 23:21:04 | 99.25 | 96.9% |
| 1275 | 2024-04-24 04:38:32 | 93.86 | 96.4% |