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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3043 | 2021-12-07 00:24:29 | 82.41 | 99% |
1871 | 2020-01-24 16:31:46 | 73.32 | 99% |