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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2566 | 2022-12-03 06:54:02 | 69.20 | 96% |
1633 | 2022-05-20 18:01:25 | 56.96 | 96% |