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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 908 | 2020-10-22 00:26:39 | 59.77 | 97% |
| 425 | 2020-04-26 22:18:35 | 62.43 | 98% |