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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3875 | 2018-04-10 13:01:47 | 53.43 | 99% |
| 3639 | 2018-04-05 11:24:17 | 52.14 | 99% |
| 3467 | 2018-04-02 10:28:21 | 48.73 | 99% |