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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7006 | 2022-01-11 01:51:05 | 77.37 | 97% |
| 5454 | 2021-11-16 05:18:09 | 88.62 | 98% |
| 3222 | 2021-09-27 13:12:40 | 87.40 | 99% |