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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7897 | 2021-11-24 08:05:19 | 77.81 | 95% |
876 | 2020-11-11 16:30:23 | 60.45 | 96% |
544 | 2020-10-17 05:23:13 | 62.26 | 96% |