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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657 | 2021-10-07 03:08:39 | 98.20 | 97% |
445 | 2020-09-23 00:38:20 | 97.10 | 96% |
365 | 2020-06-19 05:18:56 | 102.65 | 99% |