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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13736 | 2023-03-02 07:31:20 | 126.40 | 100% |
13367 | 2023-02-23 13:20:37 | 108.12 | 98% |