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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1490 | 2018-05-25 14:24:18 | 59.16 | 96% |
645 | 2018-02-10 19:18:23 | 44.77 | 94% |