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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1614 | 2019-02-01 21:04:08 | 80.42 | 97% |
1094 | 2018-12-07 15:20:19 | 74.79 | 97% |
150 | 2018-03-09 04:58:13 | 62.97 | 97% |