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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8517 | 2021-10-23 09:07:39 | 88.74 | 97% |
3436 | 2021-01-17 21:41:47 | 89.30 | 98% |