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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2657 | 2020-01-24 19:54:48 | 57.27 | 94% |
| 2129 | 2020-01-11 11:57:39 | 60.49 | 95% |
| 2076 | 2020-01-10 20:01:45 | 58.72 | 94% |