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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2619 | 2022-04-17 11:52:40 | 80.06 | 100% |
| 118 | 2021-01-02 09:37:11 | 46.42 | 96% |