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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2766 | 2021-02-17 12:55:58 | 65.73 | 95.6% |
| 2493 | 2021-01-01 09:34:07 | 79.98 | 97% |