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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3065 | 2021-02-21 23:45:27 | 87.29 | 96.1% |
2713 | 2021-02-06 22:24:12 | 109.22 | 99.1% |
618 | 2020-10-26 18:11:23 | 97.91 | 98% |