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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4029 | 2019-01-09 17:05:11 | 65.24 | 96% |
3448 | 2018-12-10 16:30:22 | 60.02 | 94% |