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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1627 | 2021-12-22 08:45:03 | 75.76 | 99% |
1201 | 2021-07-14 07:01:26 | 62.94 | 98% |
787 | 2019-08-14 11:17:06 | 66.21 | 97% |