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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1356 | 2023-02-05 10:00:48 | 98.07 | 98% |
1334 | 2021-05-16 20:10:54 | 101.40 | 98% |