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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22412 | 2020-06-29 17:40:12 | 65.77 | 97% |
21813 | 2020-06-08 14:39:12 | 71.12 | 99% |