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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27660 | 2021-04-07 06:54:58 | 174.24 | 96% |
25089 | 2021-01-13 01:12:05 | 185.72 | 99% |
19089 | 2020-09-26 02:19:03 | 163.13 | 98% |