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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 353 | 2022-03-08 02:33:39 | 64.55 | 96% |
| 207 | 2022-01-21 20:58:10 | 47.95 | 94% |