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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3306 | 2024-03-29 14:08:51 | 97.03 | 97.7% |
| 3015 | 2024-03-16 08:30:11 | 97.20 | 98.3% |