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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25952 | 2020-06-10 09:32:44 | 110.40 | 98% |
23784 | 2020-05-07 06:07:37 | 120.39 | 99% |
22529 | 2020-04-17 15:02:55 | 116.66 | 99% |
22107 | 2020-04-05 13:31:29 | 118.51 | 99% |