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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4202 | 2021-10-15 19:07:02 | 56.45 | 96% |
| 2080 | 2021-05-12 22:53:34 | 69.68 | 99% |