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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1818 | 2023-01-29 13:14:36 | 81.33 | 98% |
| 863 | 2021-12-24 12:37:12 | 78.16 | 99% |