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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1447 | 2023-09-21 12:30:01 | 78.83 | 98.4% |
1406 | 2023-09-01 23:02:06 | 70.97 | 96% |