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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472 | 2020-05-04 08:48:55 | 104.10 | 98% |
101 | 2020-04-18 13:59:00 | 77.86 | 95% |