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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3094 | 2021-04-03 15:19:39 | 79.39 | 97% |
2701 | 2021-01-29 00:32:57 | 98.62 | 99.1% |