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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6788 | 2021-06-07 22:41:19 | 104.17 | 97% |
3330 | 2020-12-29 20:11:27 | 93.55 | 96% |
2783 | 2020-12-25 03:17:07 | 104.95 | 99% |