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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 348 | 2022-06-04 21:33:34 | 52.06 | 95% |
| 319 | 2022-06-02 20:39:48 | 46.45 | 92% |