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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1335 | 2021-06-27 01:49:49 | 197.72 | 99% |
101 | 2021-06-14 09:34:37 | 136.02 | 94% |