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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1244 | 2021-04-20 21:01:36 | 52.59 | 95% |
1085 | 2021-03-05 03:00:50 | 49.09 | 93% |