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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3239 | 2023-07-10 05:38:58 | 52.83 | 97% |
| 1853 | 2023-05-17 04:27:07 | 50.23 | 98% |