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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9722 | 2024-05-14 08:50:17 | 90.39 | 98% |
9371 | 2024-04-06 19:17:11 | 112.37 | 100% |