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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8054 | 2021-11-13 14:10:15 | 113.56 | 98% |
2343 | 2020-11-13 19:26:18 | 89.23 | 97% |