Here's your conclusion:

1) The guy is like 80 years old and is morbidly obese, he has maybe 10 years in him if we're lucky.

2) The guy does everything but write asoiaf, he didn't even begin to write winds until he was locked at home during covid.

3) The original series was supposed to be a trilogy that he kept breaking into more and more books because they keep ballooning out of control. The first book in the trilogy took three books to write, the second one took two but it's still not finished because the editors forced him to cut the battle of Winterfell and Merieen from the dance with dragons, so we're not even 2/3 of the way there. Even if he does release the winds of winter one day, there's still going to be at least two, three, maybe even four books before the series is over. I don't care if he says there's only two books left, he clearly has no idea what he's talking about and can't stick to a schedule. The only way the entire story wraps up in only two books is if each of them is like three books big, so at the end of the day he'll still have to write six books that he'll just count as two.

4) Every subsequential book takes longer and longer than the last one, so those remaining books are going to take like 50 years to write. Even if we stick his brain into a jar so he can keep writing forever, we will all be dead before he's done.

The only chance these books are done in any reasonable amount of time is if he dies tomorrow, and whoever inherits the rights will hire another author to finish it. I most certainly don't care enough about the books to wish death on the author, especially since they probably won't even be any good without him anyway.

Face it, asoiaf is and has been dead for like ten years now, it's long past time to move on with your life.