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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1196 | 2022-05-11 14:28:07 | 64.06 | 95% |
| 173 | 2022-04-22 06:49:43 | 63.82 | 96% |