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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 556 | 2023-03-11 06:40:29 | 98.55 | 98% |
| 458 | 2023-03-07 06:41:10 | 102.62 | 97% |