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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1586 | 2021-05-05 08:15:10 | 81.37 | 96% |
687 | 2021-01-02 21:07:06 | 82.94 | 95% |