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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5892 | 2022-10-20 03:00:19 | 68.37 | 99% |
4128 | 2021-08-28 09:15:10 | 60.91 | 98% |
4043 | 2021-08-14 07:43:14 | 59.01 | 99% |