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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6291 | 2022-05-15 16:48:02 | 172.36 | 98% |
2148 | 2021-04-14 17:05:49 | 155.00 | 98% |