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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2024 | 2018-11-02 21:31:25 | 67.02 | 96% |
1321 | 2018-10-07 03:57:30 | 63.88 | 97% |