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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 788 | 2021-01-25 23:07:56 | 56.72 | 96% |
| 481 | 2021-01-16 08:38:40 | 58.07 | 97% |