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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5808 | 2020-12-02 15:05:10 | 69.78 | 97% |
| 1619 | 2019-12-27 10:49:35 | 66.85 | 97% |