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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3027 | 2019-05-13 13:34:55 | 78.91 | 97% |
| 2360 | 2019-04-27 19:59:57 | 73.71 | 97% |
| 1524 | 2019-04-13 10:28:16 | 63.82 | 96% |
| 1014 | 2019-04-06 14:32:09 | 59.42 | 96% |