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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 923 | 2023-08-27 08:42:35 | 72.80 | 94.1% |
| 373 | 2021-03-16 17:11:09 | 65.23 | 95% |