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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1429 | 2021-04-12 16:55:47 | 68.86 | 99% |
1070 | 2021-03-13 13:07:53 | 61.81 | 98% |