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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879 | 2022-06-20 18:48:16 | 58.40 | 94% |
171 | 2022-01-02 00:58:28 | 61.37 | 97% |
57 | 2021-12-29 02:20:44 | 50.28 | 94% |