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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1148 | 2022-02-08 09:07:19 | 70.42 | 96% |
324 | 2021-12-22 14:39:08 | 62.25 | 97% |