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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1201 | 2018-05-18 13:12:17 | 94.04 | 100% |
621 | 2018-03-19 07:31:56 | 70.32 | 98% |