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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1009 | 2021-06-09 02:34:40 | 67.53 | 99% |
168 | 2021-04-08 14:12:39 | 41.46 | 95% |