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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4834 | 2018-05-11 17:48:47 | 36.47 | 95% |
| 3065 | 2018-04-10 14:04:51 | 32.71 | 94% |
| 2690 | 2018-04-06 08:49:42 | 34.91 | 96% |
| 1518 | 2018-01-24 20:13:26 | 29.92 | 97% |