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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2951 | 2024-12-10 10:01:55 | 85.66 | 96.8% |
| 2199 | 2024-10-22 22:24:44 | 84.78 | 97.9% |