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 |
---|---|---|---|
738 | 2022-04-28 13:44:27 | 65.97 | 98% |
262 | 2019-12-02 02:18:57 | 54.74 | 96% |