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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3245 | 2021-07-23 14:22:15 | 118.54 | 97% |
2268 | 2021-05-28 10:37:06 | 100.69 | 97% |