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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5787 | 2018-10-23 20:23:27 | 74.88 | 94% |
| 4145 | 2018-03-29 17:42:49 | 82.82 | 95% |