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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5289 | 2022-03-17 14:05:43 | 116.00 | 99% |
3998 | 2021-01-04 11:50:57 | 102.14 | 97% |