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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542 | 2021-01-10 07:36:46 | 77.79 | 100% |
195 | 2021-01-04 06:08:27 | 72.00 | 98% |