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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898 | 2021-07-05 04:18:34 | 137.73 | 100% |
750 | 2021-03-30 05:34:31 | 136.75 | 100% |