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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2514 | 2021-04-18 07:33:02 | 61.22 | 96% |
889 | 2019-10-20 15:22:37 | 55.70 | 96% |
80 | 2019-07-26 15:59:51 | 62.46 | 99% |