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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2007 | 2022-03-06 05:28:44 | 68.87 | 98% |
| 128 | 2022-01-13 10:49:49 | 63.09 | 97% |