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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6755 | 2021-12-26 06:59:03 | 43.34 | 94% |
585 | 2021-07-30 12:42:21 | 66.48 | 98% |