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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 729 | 2022-07-28 06:22:59 | 80.21 | 96% |
| 437 | 2022-06-28 09:08:32 | 96.66 | 99% |
| 408 | 2022-06-26 10:31:30 | 93.92 | 98% |