There is a vast melancholy in the canticles of the wolves, melancholy infinite as the forest, endless as these long nights of winter and yet that ghastly sadness, that mourning for their own, irremediable appetites, can never move the heart for not one phrase in it hints at the possibility of redemption.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20854 | 2020-09-22 12:11:04 | 85.99 | 98% |
| 19346 | 2020-07-24 23:53:59 | 84.55 | 98% |
| 19192 | 2020-07-20 22:20:47 | 80.70 | 98% |