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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8320 | 2022-12-15 22:42:08 | 116.85 | 98% |
8038 | 2022-12-13 11:28:59 | 110.00 | 97% |