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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98 | 2018-11-26 17:51:51 | 39.16 | 93% |
92 | 2018-11-26 17:39:10 | 39.54 | 93% |