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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5703 | 2022-05-28 01:54:32 | 68.21 | 95% |
| 3619 | 2022-01-14 03:18:22 | 94.85 | 99% |