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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4648 | 2020-05-08 01:20:10 | 132.15 | 97% |
3785 | 2020-02-01 02:37:04 | 121.51 | 97% |
311 | 2019-10-14 00:53:01 | 96.31 | 97% |