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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1118 | 2023-08-22 14:28:21 | 103.17 | 97% |
907 | 2023-08-01 16:28:50 | 110.64 | 97% |