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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5556 | 2021-09-01 11:13:26 | 82.38 | 96% |
865 | 2021-02-04 20:19:28 | 77.98 | 96.5% |