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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2274 | 2021-06-22 16:43:29 | 76.76 | 96% |
| 1812 | 2021-04-17 00:38:05 | 66.32 | 93% |