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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3346 | 2023-05-30 10:27:07 | 79.48 | 98% |
1298 | 2018-12-27 13:23:26 | 84.56 | 99% |