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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9696 | 2021-05-30 19:04:27 | 68.56 | 96% |
| 6232 | 2021-03-12 18:31:37 | 69.17 | 96% |