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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5636 | 2019-05-13 08:59:01 | 193.12 | 99% |
| 1498 | 2018-04-16 03:46:47 | 149.86 | 97% |