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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192 | 2021-07-04 11:41:31 | 55.47 | 95% |
131 | 2021-05-18 16:58:09 | 49.72 | 95% |