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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6104 | 2020-11-21 19:14:09 | 83.32 | 96% |
| 919 | 2020-04-19 21:15:07 | 62.13 | 93% |