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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3452 | 2023-04-05 15:55:47 | 81.43 | 96% |
| 2303 | 2019-05-22 11:58:17 | 71.33 | 95% |