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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5465 | 2020-08-17 02:45:19 | 121.53 | 98% |
3974 | 2020-05-18 21:54:55 | 117.66 | 98% |