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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27923 | 2023-08-23 23:33:55 | 70.14 | 96% |
10612 | 2018-03-04 11:15:04 | 78.91 | 98% |
9886 | 2017-12-15 07:51:34 | 78.69 | 97% |