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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870 | 2019-08-14 01:33:37 | 74.50 | 97% |
417 | 2019-02-22 22:06:24 | 85.11 | 96% |