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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4415 | 2020-09-30 10:31:31 | 75.69 | 96% |
| 679 | 2020-05-28 16:27:17 | 64.94 | 95% |