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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3712 | 2019-09-12 15:33:43 | 78.83 | 98% |
| 614 | 2018-09-25 13:39:13 | 59.19 | 95% |