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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4634 | 2020-03-12 01:12:26 | 49.28 | 98% |
| 4523 | 2019-04-29 01:34:39 | 42.13 | 99% |
| 3917 | 2018-09-11 00:40:26 | 48.06 | 98% |