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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1757 | 2022-05-08 19:54:37 | 68.92 | 96% |
507 | 2021-06-19 11:24:17 | 61.39 | 96% |