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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 894 | 2021-06-28 13:49:55 | 28.51 | 96% |
| 213 | 2021-06-17 01:29:25 | 27.75 | 98% |