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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3615 | 2023-06-29 20:28:38 | 70.07 | 97% |
241 | 2022-12-22 17:32:51 | 58.23 | 96% |