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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 943 | 2023-07-18 16:37:31 | 54.47 | 95.4% |
| 651 | 2023-06-30 18:20:49 | 53.31 | 97.7% |