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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70 | 2021-02-12 20:04:06 | 79.59 | 96.1% |
49 | 2021-02-12 15:54:42 | 86.57 | 97% |