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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3442 | 2021-04-30 13:01:43 | 65.84 | 98% |
| 3138 | 2021-04-11 10:28:13 | 57.86 | 96% |