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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6622 | 2020-03-27 14:53:17 | 99.03 | 97% |
777 | 2018-09-23 04:37:55 | 64.20 | 97% |