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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1125 | 2020-09-30 02:03:39 | 66.45 | 98% |
1071 | 2020-09-28 22:14:48 | 55.85 | 97% |