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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1722 | 2022-01-30 17:12:22 | 69.79 | 95% |
1429 | 2022-01-18 20:01:09 | 70.89 | 96% |
389 | 2021-02-22 19:23:35 | 58.61 | 97% |