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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751 | 2018-11-21 17:32:39 | 66.53 | 94% |
65 | 2018-02-21 17:26:14 | 54.29 | 92% |