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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 574 | 2024-10-07 04:06:03 | 89.27 | 98.7% |
| 35 | 2021-10-14 22:04:45 | 70.90 | 95% |