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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8656 | 2022-07-16 11:21:33 | 92.12 | 97% |
7457 | 2021-12-25 22:55:06 | 102.32 | 98% |