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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4613 | 2020-10-15 13:08:29 | 104.35 | 98% |
2660 | 2020-01-24 04:36:54 | 82.66 | 96% |