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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 144 | 2023-08-17 23:53:52 | 97.23 | 96.8% |
| 114 | 2022-08-31 22:32:55 | 99.77 | 95% |