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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4181 | 2022-10-11 23:03:12 | 91.16 | 99% |
1487 | 2022-02-15 05:13:19 | 81.38 | 98% |