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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1478 | 2021-02-06 16:47:09 | 65.84 | 95% |
758 | 2020-09-18 18:50:11 | 61.30 | 96% |