The time has come for man to set himself a goal. The time has come for man to plant the seed of his highest hope. His soil is still rich enough. But one day this soil will be poor and domesticated, and no tall tree will be able to grow in it. Alas, the time is coming when man will no longer shoot the arrow of his longing beyond man, and the string of his bow will have forgotten how to whir.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 907 | 2011-06-20 09:46:11 | 105.83 | 89% |
| 670 | 2011-06-17 09:45:39 | 134.82 | 96% |
| 440 | 2011-06-11 11:47:53 | 107.62 | 91% |
| 342 | 2011-06-07 04:05:41 | 118.12 | 94% |
| 234 | 2011-06-04 17:58:57 | 114.62 | 97% |
| 208 | 2011-06-04 05:35:40 | 102.51 | 94% |
| 11 | 2011-06-02 05:40:11 | 102.03 | 94% |