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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8804 | 2022-11-27 17:30:52 | 76.05 | 97% |
| 8715 | 2022-09-11 09:03:21 | 80.39 | 98% |
| 7823 | 2022-03-13 14:11:08 | 79.23 | 97% |
| 3521 | 2021-04-09 07:04:40 | 58.01 | 96% |