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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3753 | 2023-09-14 01:55:28 | 55.52 | 98% |
2343 | 2023-05-23 08:05:02 | 49.43 | 97% |