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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4249 | 2023-07-13 10:54:02 | 118.14 | 99% |
3068 | 2020-04-28 07:52:10 | 118.73 | 99% |