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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773 | 2022-10-12 22:27:44 | 107.63 | 97% |
260 | 2022-06-19 18:30:34 | 94.77 | 97% |