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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2567 | 2019-11-23 17:43:32 | 62.09 | 96% |
| 1139 | 2019-05-31 20:58:38 | 43.58 | 94% |
| 503 | 2019-05-06 19:03:30 | 38.71 | 92% |