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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14271 | 2017-12-20 16:09:52 | 135.21 | 99% |
14270 | 2017-12-20 16:09:29 | 97.56 | 96% |