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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3193 | 2022-03-11 03:31:37 | 81.08 | 96% |
169 | 2021-11-09 14:53:02 | 72.99 | 98% |