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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1357 | 2018-11-04 03:00:10 | 83.36 | 95% |
| 1130 | 2018-10-22 21:33:49 | 91.81 | 98% |
| 503 | 2018-10-05 04:54:11 | 54.38 | 91% |
| 76 | 2018-08-30 05:08:50 | 36.14 | 94% |