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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33129 | 2022-04-23 17:28:13 | 146.96 | 100% |
32915 | 2022-01-21 16:30:17 | 131.33 | 100% |
32795 | 2021-12-19 21:50:39 | 143.19 | 100% |