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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11021 | 2021-11-02 00:13:18 | 88.68 | 97% |
10984 | 2021-10-31 15:24:33 | 84.08 | 96% |
8326 | 2021-04-22 21:31:59 | 81.40 | 97% |