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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15538 | 2019-02-22 10:51:05 | 84.32 | 98% |
13595 | 2018-09-10 14:44:42 | 93.94 | 99% |