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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4625 | 2021-07-10 16:22:29 | 82.05 | 98% |
| 4247 | 2021-06-30 18:45:40 | 80.21 | 99% |
| 2023 | 2019-04-13 19:08:37 | 78.76 | 98% |
| 1212 | 2019-03-21 21:54:55 | 71.71 | 98% |