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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5600 | 2019-07-18 01:05:35 | 68.10 | 98% |
| 4321 | 2018-08-21 18:14:14 | 62.81 | 97% |
| 4234 | 2018-08-04 20:08:25 | 62.50 | 98% |
| 3337 | 2018-02-21 13:35:01 | 56.87 | 96% |