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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1481 | 2021-05-01 18:24:17 | 72.04 | 96% |
| 434 | 2021-02-11 20:20:37 | 75.52 | 97% |