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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3882 | 2021-02-03 13:24:33 | 75.71 | 97.6% |
1301 | 2020-10-15 03:10:44 | 66.44 | 97% |