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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6300 | 2020-04-05 05:03:13 | 75.36 | 96% |
4074 | 2019-06-10 05:38:12 | 75.76 | 97% |