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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6626 | 2020-11-11 18:42:23 | 95.04 | 98% |
3949 | 2020-05-16 01:48:28 | 71.48 | 94% |