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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1964 | 2022-04-06 04:54:53 | 82.39 | 97% |
1539 | 2021-07-03 15:00:15 | 86.23 | 96% |