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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3266 | 2024-03-10 04:18:00 | 127.70 | 97.4% |
802 | 2023-05-05 08:20:38 | 137.46 | 97% |