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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1520 | 2021-02-25 16:06:45 | 92.50 | 97% |
963 | 2021-01-11 13:51:01 | 75.58 | 97% |