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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3070 | 2021-11-03 13:53:47 | 95.10 | 93% |
277 | 2021-02-14 16:48:30 | 70.12 | 94.2% |