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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1431 | 2022-04-18 17:16:20 | 92.42 | 98% |
653 | 2020-11-04 16:46:50 | 72.85 | 96% |