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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14047 | 2020-11-27 06:55:29 | 86.31 | 96% |
6061 | 2018-11-04 04:00:06 | 60.37 | 94% |
4282 | 2018-07-14 03:58:20 | 74.18 | 96% |