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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328 | 2021-07-04 03:32:12 | 77.55 | 99% |
149 | 2021-06-18 00:54:42 | 66.81 | 96% |