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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965 | 2022-04-21 08:00:46 | 88.24 | 94% |
803 | 2022-01-24 21:54:10 | 86.87 | 97% |