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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1696 | 2023-03-15 10:50:45 | 100.32 | 98% |
1294 | 2022-09-13 07:16:18 | 92.44 | 98% |