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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1838 | 2021-11-27 14:08:19 | 103.54 | 97% |
810 | 2021-03-12 08:36:18 | 106.40 | 96% |