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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3331 | 2021-01-12 13:01:31 | 81.97 | 96% |
| 2572 | 2019-11-05 11:45:51 | 74.74 | 94% |
| 609 | 2019-08-18 18:59:25 | 65.33 | 96% |