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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1239 | 2022-11-16 22:47:16 | 88.66 | 96% |
1004 | 2022-02-04 03:16:27 | 71.15 | 98% |