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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4095 | 2021-07-17 14:04:05 | 90.66 | 98% |
2511 | 2020-07-18 11:35:04 | 91.60 | 98% |
1182 | 2020-05-19 12:04:24 | 95.37 | 100% |