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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1306 | 2022-08-19 13:29:35 | 49.19 | 98% |
632 | 2020-05-11 03:27:42 | 57.50 | 99% |