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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872 | 2020-10-23 03:12:42 | 40.53 | 98% |
68 | 2020-07-28 14:45:08 | 27.43 | 97% |