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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331 | 2022-06-12 09:38:49 | 70.20 | 96% |
4 | 2022-06-04 05:52:57 | 74.74 | 99% |