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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1957 | 2023-04-03 06:08:47 | 48.56 | 96% |
528 | 2022-02-09 18:16:26 | 43.06 | 96% |