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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3986 | 2019-09-18 18:25:14 | 78.09 | 95% |
518 | 2019-04-03 18:58:06 | 75.25 | 96% |