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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3339 | 2022-07-14 19:57:46 | 67.83 | 95% |
| 1657 | 2021-04-19 18:06:59 | 59.29 | 95% |
| 1474 | 2021-03-22 19:33:35 | 56.28 | 94% |