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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3809 | 2020-12-27 16:38:05 | 91.07 | 97% |
180 | 2020-08-10 21:14:53 | 65.54 | 97% |