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 |
---|---|---|---|
4542 | 2020-01-27 15:40:00 | 91.73 | 99% |
1774 | 2019-10-28 14:41:28 | 82.41 | 98% |