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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3273 | 2024-05-02 03:32:14 | 103.81 | 97.3% |
1627 | 2024-02-12 01:00:18 | 83.02 | 94% |
920 | 2023-09-08 13:25:26 | 92.64 | 98% |