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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 627 | 2020-08-18 14:28:12 | 58.74 | 96% |
| 593 | 2020-08-16 13:48:49 | 53.16 | 94% |