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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 397 | 2020-11-12 03:59:06 | 30.73 | 92% |
| 372 | 2020-11-11 16:45:54 | 33.74 | 95% |