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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6958 | 2021-03-13 07:25:36 | 113.70 | 95% |
4562 | 2020-12-11 00:43:42 | 116.41 | 97% |