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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41604 | 2020-06-29 15:21:10 | 174.37 | 100% |
41212 | 2020-06-02 13:30:40 | 174.31 | 99% |