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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3594 | 2022-02-03 10:36:39 | 52.28 | 94% |
| 3429 | 2022-01-15 05:39:38 | 60.26 | 97% |
| 2162 | 2021-07-29 03:03:27 | 51.21 | 95% |
| 846 | 2021-06-10 07:20:57 | 42.49 | 95% |