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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3424 | 2023-04-18 17:36:13 | 70.80 | 96% |
1982 | 2022-04-22 14:58:57 | 74.30 | 96% |
452 | 2020-04-28 14:58:46 | 57.33 | 95% |