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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2860 | 2021-06-08 10:29:18 | 65.80 | 96% |
2780 | 2021-06-02 04:47:29 | 60.57 | 97% |
2001 | 2021-01-18 12:27:19 | 63.84 | 95% |