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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 366 | 2021-02-19 03:35:32 | 54.08 | 97.2% |
| 357 | 2021-02-19 03:03:01 | 43.27 | 93.6% |
| 214 | 2021-02-11 02:49:12 | 38.22 | 91% |