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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4691 | 2021-01-07 07:39:44 | 77.10 | 95% |
3950 | 2021-01-01 09:34:06 | 82.20 | 97% |
3215 | 2020-12-30 04:43:07 | 100.54 | 99% |