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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6254 | 2022-06-29 12:42:42 | 79.74 | 95% |
| 2232 | 2021-09-17 10:26:55 | 78.60 | 96% |
| 1372 | 2021-08-27 12:27:25 | 70.45 | 95% |