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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2848 | 2022-09-24 04:41:44 | 78.79 | 96% |
1313 | 2022-02-12 12:28:52 | 61.10 | 96% |