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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5800 | 2022-08-31 02:03:43 | 140.33 | 99% |
| 5382 | 2022-05-01 20:59:22 | 120.41 | 97% |