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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 400 | 2022-01-24 04:59:25 | 32.13 | 95% |
| 292 | 2022-01-10 05:26:56 | 30.92 | 94% |