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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2964 | 2020-05-08 14:47:40 | 97.49 | 98% |
| 126 | 2020-05-03 01:28:04 | 74.09 | 95% |