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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10919 | 2021-04-20 10:11:28 | 67.72 | 92% |
| 7405 | 2021-02-17 11:16:52 | 76.39 | 96.1% |
| 4293 | 2020-12-29 14:28:40 | 71.92 | 95% |