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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13263 | 2024-02-02 18:33:48 | 101.00 | 98% |
6694 | 2020-09-23 07:52:57 | 109.29 | 98% |