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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2139 | 2023-04-22 17:24:03 | 44.77 | 96% |
| 9 | 2022-04-17 13:59:17 | 33.38 | 95% |