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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9952 | 2020-07-19 13:39:51 | 59.65 | 96% |
| 8409 | 2020-05-09 09:25:42 | 78.72 | 97% |
| 3056 | 2019-02-19 18:56:26 | 71.17 | 97% |
| 107 | 2018-09-17 15:37:34 | 58.93 | 95% |