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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7116 | 2020-12-12 10:54:49 | 65.00 | 98% |
4767 | 2020-03-17 12:21:34 | 58.62 | 97% |