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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1887 | 2022-01-18 02:34:18 | 68.76 | 96% |
| 1787 | 2021-12-06 23:49:56 | 60.64 | 95% |