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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5569 | 2021-04-20 10:11:22 | 82.46 | 97% |
| 5303 | 2021-04-13 12:02:59 | 68.05 | 94% |
| 2939 | 2021-01-11 21:46:35 | 84.44 | 96% |