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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41092 | 2023-08-16 13:36:47 | 99.81 | 98% |
40352 | 2023-08-12 02:32:24 | 115.82 | 99% |