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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 790 | 2022-05-10 12:29:18 | 62.87 | 94% |
| 610 | 2022-05-05 02:30:02 | 54.95 | 94% |