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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6186 | 2021-05-03 02:43:09 | 84.86 | 99% |
| 4367 | 2021-01-22 13:29:28 | 74.31 | 98% |
| 2412 | 2020-12-23 02:19:40 | 66.02 | 97% |