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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4463 | 2018-09-11 16:03:59 | 69.96 | 95% |
3689 | 2018-08-02 04:26:53 | 63.65 | 94% |