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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4021 | 2023-08-15 13:22:31 | 78.39 | 97% |
1140 | 2022-02-13 21:49:57 | 66.57 | 95% |