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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2593 | 2020-12-15 00:40:13 | 70.66 | 97% |
| 1105 | 2019-10-18 22:28:14 | 81.68 | 99% |
| 1035 | 2019-10-13 18:28:28 | 72.00 | 98% |