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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5895 | 2022-10-03 07:53:10 | 79.11 | 99% |
604 | 2020-12-02 03:34:34 | 39.36 | 93% |