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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5169 | 2021-11-18 09:17:48 | 70.07 | 97% |
3746 | 2021-05-19 15:11:43 | 78.54 | 99% |
3628 | 2021-05-17 10:08:40 | 75.49 | 98% |
2636 | 2021-04-18 08:52:11 | 71.28 | 98% |