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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1874 | 2023-07-21 08:12:51 | 63.30 | 95% |
| 1681 | 2023-07-16 06:32:14 | 67.26 | 98% |
| 1077 | 2023-07-01 18:23:51 | 64.54 | 95% |
| 318 | 2023-06-19 07:46:07 | 68.28 | 97% |