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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1970 | 2023-03-15 13:06:57 | 64.87 | 97% |
| 1773 | 2023-02-05 17:38:13 | 58.30 | 96% |