My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow. No matter where the winds may blow. My friend, your desire, is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess. Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9906 | 2020-07-18 19:51:02 | 73.83 | 97% |
| 9484 | 2020-07-03 17:03:09 | 63.78 | 95% |
| 8234 | 2020-04-25 08:35:07 | 61.36 | 96% |
| 6037 | 2020-01-04 19:09:14 | 56.98 | 96% |
| 4806 | 2019-07-17 11:44:56 | 61.79 | 95% |
| 3617 | 2019-04-06 23:02:41 | 57.90 | 95% |
| 591 | 2018-10-30 01:13:18 | 58.64 | 95% |