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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5512 | 2021-03-09 20:52:24 | 63.50 | 96% |
| 4743 | 2021-02-10 05:26:27 | 53.01 | 94.2% |