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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1620 | 2022-11-05 12:38:19 | 60.61 | 97% |
| 538 | 2022-03-12 08:05:26 | 44.69 | 94% |