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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10363 | 2020-11-29 15:01:28 | 70.48 | 96% |
| 8236 | 2020-10-17 13:37:05 | 74.84 | 97% |
| 2277 | 2020-02-07 15:46:24 | 73.90 | 99% |
| 1826 | 2020-02-02 11:24:54 | 64.64 | 96% |