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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2399 | 2021-06-05 20:42:26 | 36.04 | 92% |
| 2343 | 2021-06-02 09:18:17 | 39.32 | 92% |
| 811 | 2019-02-14 09:25:49 | 41.07 | 95% |