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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 647 | 2022-03-31 17:02:41 | 69.40 | 96% |
| 315 | 2022-02-16 19:37:49 | 46.21 | 92% |