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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1065 | 2022-11-21 08:45:16 | 66.44 | 99% |
| 930 | 2022-11-10 10:55:21 | 60.63 | 97% |