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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1067 | 2021-01-02 10:10:26 | 103.16 | 97% |
883 | 2020-12-21 07:41:13 | 106.39 | 96% |
664 | 2020-12-03 08:07:53 | 118.37 | 99% |