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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24227 | 2021-12-05 22:07:55 | 191.05 | 99% |
10357 | 2021-03-19 22:31:43 | 166.12 | 100% |