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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1742 | 2022-12-27 06:08:32 | 88.31 | 97% |
775 | 2021-07-05 21:52:44 | 69.74 | 95% |