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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3227 | 2021-05-21 20:34:34 | 86.71 | 98% |
3112 | 2021-05-16 18:40:14 | 82.38 | 96% |