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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1410 | 2022-05-24 12:21:58 | 47.51 | 98% |
| 181 | 2021-11-09 02:42:05 | 38.06 | 96% |