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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3633 | 2023-08-18 09:04:37 | 61.61 | 93.8% |
| 1989 | 2023-08-10 07:39:14 | 62.32 | 97.1% |