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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9902 | 2021-01-18 21:14:53 | 73.13 | 98% |
2559 | 2020-10-03 22:02:09 | 69.01 | 99% |