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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1381 | 2022-05-31 16:45:04 | 56.40 | 94% |
322 | 2020-02-22 05:32:57 | 60.71 | 99% |