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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3779 | 2022-03-14 20:14:26 | 64.30 | 100% |
2818 | 2021-08-13 15:39:50 | 52.41 | 95% |