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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5271 | 2021-07-17 15:03:06 | 79.18 | 95% |
| 3842 | 2021-05-02 07:46:40 | 71.08 | 94% |
| 2947 | 2021-03-28 16:57:34 | 60.45 | 95% |
| 864 | 2021-02-04 14:50:39 | 54.98 | 95.1% |