We hold our rifles in missing hands. We stand tall on missing legs. We stride forward on the bones of our fallen. Then, and only then, are we alive. This pain is ours and no one else's. A secret weapon we wield, out of sight. We will be stronger than ever.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4029 | 2017-07-17 22:53:47 | 49.86 | 97% |
| 3336 | 2017-06-23 18:06:39 | 49.23 | 95% |
| 2153 | 2017-06-05 17:49:09 | 44.47 | 95% |
| 423 | 2017-05-05 18:42:12 | 37.23 | 87% |