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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2075 | 2021-02-05 09:31:45 | 78.43 | 98.7% |
540 | 2020-03-25 07:51:33 | 57.75 | 96% |