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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1631 | 2021-12-17 09:37:03 | 67.04 | 95% |
| 700 | 2021-10-27 16:52:57 | 64.05 | 97% |