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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3796 | 2021-09-02 03:47:56 | 46.51 | 97% |
| 2232 | 2021-03-15 07:57:04 | 45.21 | 97% |
| 1709 | 2021-01-26 13:01:04 | 37.99 | 95% |
| 1341 | 2020-12-20 04:03:34 | 38.40 | 97% |