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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2834 | 2022-12-23 00:23:05 | 68.55 | 96% |
763 | 2022-05-02 19:16:58 | 68.78 | 97% |
533 | 2022-02-04 16:20:26 | 58.77 | 99% |