My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess. My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey, in my own salvation, and your eternal slumber. Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface. Quietly, but surely.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3207 | 2020-02-06 13:00:43 | 49.66 | 94% |
| 3168 | 2020-02-06 11:32:19 | 44.80 | 94% |