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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3914 | 2022-10-16 02:44:29 | 59.33 | 96% |
| 2094 | 2022-09-06 17:36:14 | 40.81 | 94% |
| 889 | 2022-07-22 04:12:46 | 30.53 | 92% |