Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return. To become the dew that quenches the land, to spare the sands, the seas, the skies, I offer thee this silent sacrifice.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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421 | 2023-05-05 12:56:36 | 78.64 | 97% |
304 | 2023-05-05 08:00:57 | 64.35 | 92% |