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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4384 | 2022-12-21 06:03:47 | 72.66 | 97% |
| 755 | 2021-09-22 06:07:07 | 60.72 | 96% |