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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9175 | 2018-04-06 11:29:57 | 66.00 | 93% |
| 3953 | 2018-01-30 05:03:36 | 73.17 | 97% |
| 3783 | 2018-01-28 02:00:28 | 62.56 | 95% |