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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1257 | 2021-03-19 04:59:34 | 56.89 | 95% |
258 | 2020-07-11 06:53:34 | 36.20 | 94% |