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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1179 | 2020-10-23 00:51:30 | 105.37 | 98% |
574 | 2020-07-20 23:24:15 | 68.96 | 96% |