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 |
---|---|---|---|
4989 | 2022-11-06 21:08:54 | 60.39 | 95% |
3374 | 2022-02-05 00:42:51 | 73.32 | 97% |
2945 | 2021-09-04 18:36:01 | 69.75 | 98% |
984 | 2021-04-06 17:54:18 | 66.46 | 97% |