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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1163 | 2022-04-24 22:22:49 | 122.06 | 97% |
181 | 2021-11-01 20:50:49 | 146.56 | 100% |