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 |
---|---|---|---|
4717 | 2024-01-08 13:47:53 | 87.79 | 96.5% |
2647 | 2023-08-22 17:17:07 | 87.58 | 99% |
1591 | 2023-06-23 15:21:27 | 83.19 | 99% |
1048 | 2023-05-17 15:14:50 | 71.68 | 96% |