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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3572 | 2020-02-13 16:33:56 | 66.87 | 98% |
| 2231 | 2019-11-24 18:49:28 | 75.11 | 98% |