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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1226 | 2018-03-04 19:19:41 | 51.31 | 95% |
708 | 2018-01-23 15:51:48 | 49.71 | 95% |