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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5061 | 2021-11-04 20:12:28 | 101.67 | 97% |
3638 | 2021-07-12 00:43:54 | 108.02 | 98% |
3493 | 2021-07-05 18:09:18 | 108.34 | 97% |