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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5044 | 2023-04-23 15:12:03 | 91.88 | 98% |
| 1477 | 2021-02-15 13:39:44 | 77.74 | 96.8% |