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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3517 | 2022-09-16 02:02:07 | 64.45 | 98% |
2234 | 2018-09-17 06:45:16 | 62.55 | 95% |