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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3524 | 2021-10-12 16:09:29 | 84.66 | 100% |
2616 | 2021-07-02 04:27:47 | 79.67 | 99% |