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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4402 | 2022-06-14 23:54:18 | 76.33 | 97% |
994 | 2021-08-06 01:59:25 | 63.88 | 95% |