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 |
---|---|---|---|
2346 | 2023-08-08 02:21:34 | 77.09 | 99% |
2008 | 2023-07-31 10:55:00 | 76.68 | 99% |
1500 | 2023-07-26 08:11:07 | 72.35 | 99% |
837 | 2023-07-15 02:31:17 | 68.68 | 99% |