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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4320 | 2018-05-20 20:19:50 | 100.68 | 99% |
| 2062 | 2017-12-23 08:52:21 | 82.53 | 99% |