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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1321 | 2020-02-05 06:53:56 | 72.59 | 97% |
1295 | 2020-01-21 06:04:47 | 72.37 | 98% |