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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1651 | 2021-01-30 10:39:07 | 76.41 | 97% |
1155 | 2021-01-18 03:45:12 | 89.53 | 98% |