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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1739 | 2023-06-01 12:29:07 | 82.14 | 98% |
720 | 2020-06-22 07:02:14 | 60.69 | 95% |