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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8174 | 2019-12-19 02:19:30 | 207.99 | 100% |
8170 | 2019-12-19 01:57:57 | 195.73 | 100% |