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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5598 | 2023-06-23 16:03:10 | 54.76 | 95% |
| 1411 | 2022-02-24 00:48:53 | 43.43 | 97% |