Text race history for Gina (nannelcam)

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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
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%