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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2018-11-17 04:10:34 | 75.12 | 96% |
| 162 | 2018-10-23 15:29:22 | 94.25 | 99% |