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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3543 | 2022-05-18 08:03:10 | 64.45 | 95% |
3523 | 2022-05-18 07:09:40 | 60.77 | 96% |