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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3768 | 2020-12-05 09:02:30 | 69.72 | 95% |
2713 | 2020-10-31 07:57:49 | 48.66 | 95% |
666 | 2020-08-25 03:09:21 | 59.02 | 95% |