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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5198 | 2021-09-18 02:19:29 | 44.23 | 97% |
3009 | 2020-02-22 16:10:38 | 35.69 | 94% |