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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2852 | 2021-08-25 19:15:24 | 80.59 | 99% |
2790 | 2021-08-19 01:18:35 | 65.48 | 98% |