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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2381 | 2020-07-14 17:59:54 | 74.87 | 96% |
1467 | 2020-04-18 22:35:18 | 65.94 | 97% |