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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1152 | 2021-05-26 16:06:18 | 59.42 | 95% |
195 | 2021-02-15 19:17:17 | 36.12 | 93.5% |