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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5671 | 2021-09-06 10:07:46 | 80.05 | 96% |
4301 | 2019-05-23 12:24:04 | 78.55 | 95% |