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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2263 | 2020-07-26 10:15:29 | 44.00 | 94% |
1486 | 2019-03-14 13:30:06 | 33.51 | 95% |