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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2828 | 2020-07-04 23:09:43 | 91.01 | 99% |
| 885 | 2020-04-20 23:43:19 | 95.32 | 98% |
| 780 | 2020-04-18 04:19:46 | 72.04 | 97% |
| 316 | 2020-03-20 22:33:44 | 77.52 | 96% |