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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4600 | 2022-07-06 21:15:59 | 173.62 | 100% |
| 4162 | 2022-01-26 01:13:42 | 159.49 | 98% |