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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1319 | 2018-09-22 21:58:38 | 51.69 | 97% |
91 | 2018-08-28 12:40:17 | 38.07 | 95% |