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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10438 | 2020-03-15 02:36:00 | 86.60 | 97% |
297 | 2019-09-22 09:40:19 | 67.21 | 97% |