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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1756 | 2019-05-28 12:24:54 | 56.83 | 97% |
| 70 | 2018-06-15 07:44:52 | 55.99 | 96% |