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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31021 | 2022-12-19 18:25:34 | 111.74 | 99% |
30428 | 2022-05-22 09:36:31 | 100.09 | 97% |