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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4532 | 2024-08-13 09:59:14 | 116.65 | 98.7% |
2005 | 2023-07-21 17:19:41 | 100.06 | 96.6% |
1648 | 2023-06-22 22:54:04 | 102.24 | 98% |