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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13999 | 2021-04-10 09:11:35 | 88.26 | 99% |
| 2311 | 2018-07-18 13:08:21 | 62.36 | 99% |
| 1950 | 2018-07-12 09:29:51 | 61.50 | 98% |
| 325 | 2018-05-27 02:59:34 | 54.42 | 98% |