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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4922 | 2021-11-29 16:17:06 | 72.12 | 94% |
| 2071 | 2020-11-15 14:05:00 | 64.94 | 95% |
| 1130 | 2020-10-04 18:25:55 | 49.55 | 91% |