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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5954 | 2022-12-28 12:19:46 | 75.91 | 97% |
4190 | 2022-04-16 03:48:45 | 74.13 | 97% |
2758 | 2021-12-09 17:45:51 | 63.43 | 98% |