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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3661 | 2021-09-13 13:44:33 | 82.69 | 96% |
| 208 | 2020-05-06 17:33:06 | 57.46 | 95% |