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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4269 | 2021-11-02 14:55:44 | 80.45 | 97% |
3430 | 2021-05-02 16:04:34 | 81.60 | 98% |
3226 | 2021-03-12 14:15:58 | 71.77 | 97% |
1888 | 2020-10-15 15:54:23 | 61.92 | 95% |