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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2706 | 2021-12-21 14:28:26 | 66.52 | 94% |
738 | 2020-05-18 13:12:46 | 53.45 | 93% |
155 | 2020-05-02 18:43:09 | 66.89 | 95% |