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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 738 | 2019-02-21 18:44:27 | 63.23 | 94% |
| 512 | 2019-02-01 17:14:25 | 56.03 | 94% |