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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28882 | 2024-01-18 06:35:24 | 106.16 | 98.7% |
23551 | 2021-09-08 14:31:07 | 84.56 | 96% |
22385 | 2021-06-03 11:16:18 | 100.31 | 99% |