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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539 | 2021-04-05 09:57:36 | 66.22 | 96% |
99 | 2021-01-14 17:13:18 | 46.08 | 94% |