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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9909 | 2021-12-12 18:02:13 | 75.52 | 95% |
| 7658 | 2020-09-03 21:08:45 | 97.14 | 97% |
| 3599 | 2020-06-16 13:56:58 | 79.37 | 96% |