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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4652 | 2021-03-16 17:11:08 | 67.66 | 97% |
| 1009 | 2020-07-29 03:53:01 | 60.42 | 97% |