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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1750 | 2018-01-19 15:06:12 | 74.92 | 97% |
| 1475 | 2017-12-12 20:48:09 | 84.70 | 98% |