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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5654 | 2022-04-30 11:08:45 | 88.67 | 96% |
1261 | 2020-12-16 13:05:57 | 53.16 | 95% |