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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2464 | 2025-05-24 19:51:46 | 126.18 | 97.3% |
| 2103 | 2025-05-04 23:22:43 | 124.61 | 97.7% |