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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4807 | 2022-02-22 03:11:54 | 75.80 | 98% |
| 4491 | 2021-12-28 12:30:33 | 72.86 | 98% |