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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2834 | 2022-10-20 08:48:28 | 90.89 | 99% |
| 1810 | 2022-02-11 18:08:51 | 67.15 | 97% |