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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694 | 2021-01-30 16:11:55 | 114.56 | 96.2% |
590 | 2021-01-29 20:06:00 | 121.45 | 97.1% |