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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3919 | 2018-02-19 14:38:33 | 94.64 | 96% |
| 3240 | 2018-02-11 18:37:37 | 92.75 | 95% |
| 3059 | 2018-02-09 22:39:04 | 89.32 | 95% |