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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 894 | 2022-07-26 11:06:02 | 69.25 | 97% |
| 537 | 2022-05-16 13:13:01 | 85.57 | 98% |
| 355 | 2022-04-04 07:19:48 | 72.11 | 96% |