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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1898 | 2018-01-14 17:50:15 | 59.37 | 96% |
| 1275 | 2018-01-01 01:39:56 | 61.07 | 96% |