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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3499 | 2022-09-22 21:01:44 | 73.11 | 95% |
| 3362 | 2022-06-09 17:47:55 | 89.16 | 98% |