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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18057 | 2020-06-19 22:54:29 | 79.02 | 94% |
9839 | 2019-12-24 06:01:32 | 98.34 | 98% |