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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28383 | 2020-01-15 19:34:16 | 76.83 | 99% |
| 24358 | 2019-09-18 21:09:50 | 66.60 | 97% |
| 21839 | 2019-06-14 22:29:45 | 79.52 | 99% |
| 20964 | 2019-04-22 12:44:40 | 77.17 | 99% |