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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5553 | 2018-04-06 17:23:02 | 82.18 | 96% |
| 4706 | 2018-03-29 17:42:50 | 77.96 | 98% |
| 416 | 2018-01-27 20:58:42 | 69.86 | 98% |