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 |
---|---|---|---|
5726 | 2020-05-22 04:22:54 | 65.42 | 94% |
1359 | 2019-09-03 06:46:01 | 63.38 | 96% |