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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8064 | 2020-03-24 11:47:12 | 91.68 | 95% |
6578 | 2019-10-24 13:33:57 | 102.13 | 97% |