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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2297 | 2021-01-20 12:55:11 | 158.43 | 99% |
2203 | 2021-01-17 16:15:20 | 156.01 | 99% |