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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6584 | 2022-03-29 06:08:03 | 107.48 | 100% |
| 3460 | 2021-01-30 01:38:46 | 91.69 | 100% |
| 402 | 2018-07-29 03:17:24 | 63.04 | 95% |