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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3393 | 2021-09-04 16:46:25 | 96.15 | 99% |
| 2498 | 2021-06-03 06:53:28 | 86.81 | 98% |
| 1532 | 2021-05-01 17:06:46 | 83.02 | 98% |
| 749 | 2021-03-24 14:53:26 | 82.93 | 98% |