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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9137 | 2020-12-26 22:55:28 | 93.68 | 98% |
4528 | 2020-10-03 14:05:45 | 75.78 | 96% |
4289 | 2020-10-01 14:39:42 | 81.18 | 97% |