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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171 | 2020-12-18 21:00:08 | 32.49 | 94% |
80 | 2020-11-29 20:40:49 | 32.41 | 95% |