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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1666 | 2023-05-25 17:15:55 | 87.52 | 98% |
1333 | 2023-02-21 17:08:24 | 67.15 | 92% |
236 | 2022-04-09 08:50:23 | 57.38 | 95% |