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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718 | 2022-05-06 03:36:44 | 66.01 | 98% |
673 | 2022-02-21 05:17:13 | 68.69 | 99% |