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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2812 | 2021-11-13 22:15:35 | 111.05 | 98% |
2671 | 2021-03-24 14:11:32 | 108.77 | 98% |