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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4015 | 2021-10-17 22:24:23 | 68.26 | 94% |
| 1970 | 2021-04-10 22:25:35 | 53.96 | 93% |