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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1424 | 2020-12-07 06:08:59 | 53.08 | 94% |
135 | 2020-11-24 22:00:49 | 39.49 | 93% |