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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19165 | 2020-11-01 22:17:37 | 95.85 | 98% |
15790 | 2020-08-19 12:13:15 | 61.70 | 97% |