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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13963 | 2022-03-21 00:28:28 | 85.99 | 96% |
| 7525 | 2021-02-17 12:55:48 | 90.30 | 98.1% |