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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7152 | 2020-08-26 17:00:13 | 66.94 | 95% |
| 6182 | 2020-07-01 10:30:35 | 64.23 | 94% |
| 1297 | 2019-08-29 15:49:59 | 51.38 | 94% |