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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9840 | 2021-03-18 10:08:18 | 69.49 | 95% |
3806 | 2020-08-17 12:09:16 | 55.04 | 97% |