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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5912 | 2018-10-23 23:49:42 | 63.93 | 96% |
| 2410 | 2018-07-30 04:38:38 | 61.38 | 98% |
| 251 | 2018-07-10 21:33:44 | 63.47 | 98% |