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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483 | 2021-06-28 00:54:07 | 47.25 | 93% |
213 | 2021-01-20 11:00:15 | 49.72 | 93% |