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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 510 | 2021-02-24 08:05:57 | 72.16 | 96% |
| 418 | 2021-02-14 15:25:25 | 67.54 | 96% |