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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6062 | 2022-12-16 10:43:25 | 85.45 | 99% |
5002 | 2022-04-08 16:21:17 | 75.10 | 98% |