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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231705 | 2018-04-20 19:09:37 | 184.35 | 100% |
223300 | 2018-01-18 17:16:24 | 126.69 | 98% |
223299 | 2018-01-18 17:15:59 | 126.42 | 98% |
216965 | 2017-12-23 08:18:11 | 156.03 | 100% |