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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17964 | 2022-06-13 21:18:32 | 149.42 | 99% |
17410 | 2020-12-04 04:51:10 | 169.02 | 99% |