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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3177 | 2023-04-28 06:10:30 | 59.62 | 98% |
| 2389 | 2021-12-22 07:21:45 | 42.53 | 96% |