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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13014 | 2020-06-10 17:44:22 | 141.98 | 98% |
11842 | 2020-04-27 14:18:44 | 136.70 | 99% |