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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1315 | 2021-03-16 17:11:08 | 66.43 | 96% |
505 | 2021-01-28 19:19:24 | 63.63 | 96% |