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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4357 | 2021-11-18 00:36:59 | 69.58 | 99% |
| 2650 | 2018-04-05 18:34:02 | 41.88 | 96% |