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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11290 | 2022-04-02 15:08:34 | 100.45 | 98% |
1543 | 2021-02-06 13:33:21 | 47.08 | 97% |