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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7694 | 2021-01-05 03:40:33 | 61.89 | 96% |
| 3511 | 2019-10-07 06:08:21 | 71.94 | 97% |
| 2962 | 2019-02-03 03:09:39 | 63.98 | 96% |