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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4234 | 2018-10-29 00:34:59 | 67.42 | 97% |
| 1243 | 2018-01-18 10:19:13 | 65.17 | 97% |