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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1714 | 2024-04-25 14:19:29 | 100.02 | 98.3% |
1093 | 2020-11-27 15:55:10 | 79.15 | 96% |