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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1750 | 2023-07-04 16:04:25 | 67.20 | 96% |
1199 | 2021-03-13 11:14:48 | 64.29 | 93% |