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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766 | 2021-01-30 07:55:24 | 83.77 | 94.7% |
431 | 2020-07-04 22:38:59 | 64.60 | 95% |