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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402 | 2020-05-08 22:49:19 | 71.38 | 97% |
342 | 2020-05-04 20:27:00 | 79.73 | 98% |