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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1592 | 2021-04-13 19:22:23 | 61.08 | 99% |
242 | 2021-02-09 15:49:27 | 38.75 | 94.8% |