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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1359 | 2019-04-27 14:50:26 | 72.66 | 99% |
935 | 2019-04-17 08:16:01 | 74.17 | 99% |