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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 67 | 2023-08-15 17:04:15 | 45.67 | 94.3% |
| 59 | 2023-08-15 14:51:18 | 47.53 | 95.3% |