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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2306 | 2022-11-09 07:58:27 | 71.85 | 97% |
1042 | 2022-05-31 16:59:20 | 63.54 | 97% |