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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3641 | 2023-07-19 13:07:26 | 70.90 | 98% |
2511 | 2021-11-10 11:07:38 | 52.85 | 95% |
169 | 2019-09-18 10:57:45 | 56.42 | 96% |