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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1466 | 2021-03-31 10:47:05 | 97.71 | 98% |
11 | 2021-02-13 19:31:13 | 95.38 | 99.6% |