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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 86 | 2022-11-13 05:46:22 | 42.44 | 95% |
| 11 | 2022-07-14 14:55:12 | 49.69 | 96% |