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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16896 | 2018-10-10 00:12:28 | 82.27 | 97% |
| 15338 | 2017-12-31 19:30:50 | 80.46 | 98% |