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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3163 | 2018-11-01 07:35:18 | 59.61 | 95% |
| 1620 | 2018-10-23 08:42:47 | 58.97 | 96% |