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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2021-02-11 03:39:25 | 70.20 | 95.8% |
| 600 | 2021-02-07 23:33:07 | 71.77 | 96.9% |