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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4783 | 2024-01-15 06:11:47 | 96.59 | 96.2% |
1611 | 2021-04-06 14:49:11 | 64.12 | 93% |