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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1888 | 2022-11-11 09:40:36 | 66.08 | 98% |
| 1197 | 2022-06-26 10:31:46 | 57.35 | 96% |