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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1099 | 2018-03-14 13:57:44 | 51.61 | 97% |
| 418 | 2018-02-19 02:15:11 | 44.74 | 95% |