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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1597 | 2023-05-22 18:09:43 | 83.39 | 97% |
1560 | 2023-05-22 14:22:33 | 88.33 | 99% |