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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11 | 2021-02-22 19:37:48 | 79.54 | 97.6% |
5 | 2021-02-22 18:37:04 | 53.08 | 92.1% |