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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4653 | 2018-07-24 16:45:36 | 84.34 | 98% |
| 4011 | 2018-06-12 15:22:29 | 74.80 | 98% |