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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4133 | 2021-10-29 06:47:23 | 69.00 | 96% |
1913 | 2021-08-14 05:52:18 | 28.28 | 93% |