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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3622 | 2022-10-12 15:04:42 | 87.90 | 98% |
1042 | 2022-08-22 07:46:34 | 77.97 | 96% |