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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10707 | 2021-02-11 10:08:50 | 83.77 | 99% |
| 1464 | 2019-06-07 06:36:40 | 59.56 | 95% |