The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over, Bela my son. Now you will find peace.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1626 | 2022-01-09 13:13:52 | 68.07 | 95% |
| 492 | 2021-12-01 06:20:34 | 80.18 | 97% |
| 209 | 2021-11-27 05:01:52 | 79.51 | 96% |
| 119 | 2021-11-26 00:08:27 | 76.75 | 97% |