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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1097 | 2020-09-15 10:01:52 | 67.78 | 99% |
106 | 2020-05-29 08:42:26 | 60.21 | 99% |