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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2397 | 2021-05-02 12:42:14 | 50.24 | 94% |
| 1197 | 2021-03-26 07:43:41 | 53.85 | 93% |
| 979 | 2021-03-21 15:41:40 | 48.16 | 93% |
| 447 | 2021-03-13 02:18:24 | 43.11 | 94% |