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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5318 | 2022-03-29 10:17:11 | 74.06 | 94% |
2598 | 2021-04-20 23:06:09 | 62.71 | 93% |
122 | 2020-11-10 15:55:48 | 35.45 | 90% |