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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 60705 | 2020-02-10 14:26:02 | 71.84 | 99% |
| 59825 | 2019-12-24 15:33:57 | 75.52 | 98% |
| 48625 | 2018-08-23 13:23:57 | 69.31 | 97% |
| 46250 | 2018-06-10 05:54:09 | 80.15 | 99% |