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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6752 | 2024-01-13 00:24:15 | 116.60 | 97.9% |
| 1883 | 2022-04-02 20:05:31 | 101.00 | 98% |