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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2642 | 2022-11-23 09:15:22 | 59.99 | 92% |
| 1092 | 2019-01-10 17:03:37 | 68.25 | 96% |