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 |
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7703 | 2024-02-24 14:26:37 | 107.58 | 98.8% |
6103 | 2023-07-06 16:50:53 | 78.60 | 98% |