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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5435 | 2020-06-07 19:33:54 | 117.53 | 98% |
5243 | 2020-05-26 00:21:34 | 126.75 | 97% |
4142 | 2020-05-04 14:09:40 | 116.78 | 97% |
2982 | 2020-04-12 14:50:59 | 118.53 | 98% |