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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1102 | 2021-02-08 07:47:43 | 62.87 | 96.9% |
237 | 2021-01-26 17:18:23 | 66.39 | 98% |