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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1964 | 2021-06-14 04:42:16 | 45.61 | 93% |
94 | 2019-12-13 22:56:43 | 30.65 | 89% |