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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2122 | 2021-09-09 21:34:33 | 70.56 | 95% |
| 587 | 2021-02-18 00:38:08 | 74.11 | 96.8% |