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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7568 | 2021-08-26 00:14:07 | 69.92 | 95% |
2899 | 2019-02-07 23:55:52 | 60.64 | 95% |