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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2112 | 2022-06-21 09:36:10 | 70.00 | 94% |
| 121 | 2019-09-11 10:42:48 | 63.63 | 96% |