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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5854 | 2021-09-16 16:19:25 | 78.24 | 98% |
| 4488 | 2021-07-11 20:44:45 | 77.57 | 99% |
| 3433 | 2021-06-13 17:57:18 | 77.71 | 99% |
| 1574 | 2021-04-25 07:39:58 | 74.73 | 98% |