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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3699 | 2022-03-19 01:10:56 | 78.25 | 98% |
1466 | 2020-11-09 18:01:17 | 57.85 | 95% |