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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1502 | 2021-01-23 15:47:44 | 57.66 | 96% |
1114 | 2021-01-16 05:10:48 | 42.43 | 94% |