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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6891 | 2018-05-30 21:58:26 | 85.45 | 96% |
| 6889 | 2018-05-30 21:55:53 | 74.23 | 94% |