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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1035 | 2023-08-29 12:12:12 | 67.38 | 98.1% |
| 725 | 2023-07-15 18:21:39 | 49.23 | 94% |