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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2357 | 2021-11-14 15:48:11 | 89.81 | 96% |
291 | 2021-10-17 11:27:06 | 86.99 | 97% |