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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4390 | 2022-06-27 06:05:12 | 74.34 | 95% |
| 2168 | 2022-02-24 08:04:18 | 52.32 | 92% |
| 1803 | 2022-02-21 04:50:20 | 47.61 | 93% |