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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6984 | 2020-05-07 06:07:34 | 140.53 | 97% |
6544 | 2020-04-20 21:32:02 | 136.04 | 97% |