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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739 | 2020-08-16 09:42:40 | 52.25 | 94% |
18 | 2020-04-28 14:58:50 | 51.80 | 94% |