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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12301 | 2021-06-04 20:34:40 | 120.41 | 98% |
2379 | 2021-03-01 00:21:44 | 120.98 | 99% |