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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2851 | 2020-04-09 07:19:51 | 41.52 | 98% |
| 2629 | 2020-03-30 11:17:13 | 43.03 | 96% |
| 2008 | 2020-03-17 07:31:13 | 43.48 | 98% |
| 870 | 2020-03-04 12:27:53 | 37.30 | 96% |
| 313 | 2020-01-07 15:36:33 | 40.35 | 97% |