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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68 | 2021-01-10 15:02:38 | 38.42 | 94% |
66 | 2021-01-09 14:02:01 | 37.05 | 95% |