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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1230 | 2021-07-18 04:47:39 | 65.20 | 99% |
781 | 2020-10-24 22:50:24 | 68.77 | 97% |