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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4558 | 2022-02-04 16:20:23 | 64.49 | 95% |
| 2129 | 2020-11-01 14:56:43 | 62.47 | 95% |
| 1169 | 2020-09-17 13:52:00 | 56.70 | 95% |
| 812 | 2020-09-06 08:24:38 | 55.32 | 94% |