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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2263 | 2022-04-29 11:11:15 | 69.77 | 97% |
229 | 2021-04-30 09:47:21 | 57.35 | 96% |