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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1195 | 2021-04-06 04:02:22 | 55.91 | 93% |
| 376 | 2021-01-27 18:18:38 | 48.50 | 94.8% |
| 296 | 2021-01-26 02:43:58 | 52.00 | 96% |