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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1463 | 2022-02-22 19:20:10 | 96.23 | 98% |
726 | 2022-02-20 04:11:49 | 101.60 | 99% |