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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1559 | 2020-12-30 21:59:32 | 179.44 | 97% |
537 | 2020-11-24 03:19:10 | 183.61 | 99% |