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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5531 | 2020-07-15 14:22:16 | 81.47 | 98% |
| 4672 | 2020-04-17 13:57:41 | 88.16 | 99% |