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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1221 | 2019-10-23 11:19:40 | 58.02 | 96% |
288 | 2019-09-14 09:01:41 | 51.04 | 95% |