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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1150 | 2021-07-12 19:48:43 | 104.41 | 98% |
754 | 2021-06-29 19:53:02 | 95.74 | 98% |