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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12295 | 2018-10-05 09:46:11 | 51.44 | 95% |
| 12285 | 2018-10-05 07:35:58 | 74.42 | 98% |
| 5375 | 2018-04-05 07:14:00 | 62.23 | 98% |