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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718 | 2022-06-05 21:18:30 | 61.65 | 95% |
297 | 2021-11-28 23:10:18 | 62.21 | 97% |