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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3798 | 2021-02-23 09:37:34 | 80.45 | 97.3% |
95 | 2020-09-19 06:30:37 | 64.17 | 97% |