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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240 | 2021-02-02 05:07:23 | 69.77 | 96.5% |
72 | 2021-01-20 22:07:24 | 68.07 | 97% |