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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512 | 2022-07-09 14:13:07 | 58.44 | 97% |
261 | 2022-07-04 21:14:09 | 54.34 | 97% |