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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 642 | 2022-05-08 15:12:17 | 41.10 | 96% |
| 89 | 2022-03-01 00:05:59 | 32.81 | 95% |