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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1695 | 2021-11-22 19:15:52 | 79.30 | 96% |
1560 | 2021-07-29 22:05:05 | 83.62 | 96% |