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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3693 | 2021-09-11 06:31:00 | 76.91 | 97% |
3597 | 2021-08-25 04:44:50 | 92.63 | 97% |