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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5310 | 2021-06-08 16:52:51 | 94.18 | 99% |
| 2396 | 2021-03-01 17:33:24 | 80.35 | 95% |
| 2038 | 2021-02-20 14:28:13 | 84.21 | 98% |
| 1459 | 2021-02-01 17:56:43 | 83.50 | 97.5% |