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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47368 | 2019-01-23 19:58:24 | 89.19 | 97% |
46357 | 2018-09-08 10:26:24 | 86.87 | 97% |