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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4312 | 2021-10-26 11:01:13 | 53.23 | 93% |
| 3114 | 2021-03-04 03:25:09 | 56.62 | 96% |
| 962 | 2020-08-17 07:30:56 | 49.67 | 97% |