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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363 | 2021-06-15 17:14:42 | 48.27 | 95% |
233 | 2021-02-21 05:24:38 | 45.76 | 94.9% |