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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2557 | 2022-05-28 11:29:29 | 97.63 | 98% |
| 1678 | 2022-01-24 15:37:09 | 89.84 | 100% |