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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549 | 2022-11-11 11:47:42 | 53.81 | 96% |
46 | 2022-10-11 13:17:23 | 51.34 | 96% |