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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279 | 2021-03-17 17:41:49 | 58.85 | 96% |
238 | 2021-02-13 18:37:01 | 51.09 | 94.6% |