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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8107 | 2022-09-20 20:27:28 | 68.20 | 97% |
3194 | 2021-06-17 18:02:22 | 68.79 | 97% |