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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4738 | 2020-06-25 16:54:40 | 62.68 | 98% |
1360 | 2018-01-06 07:47:10 | 69.64 | 97% |