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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1644 | 2022-02-12 12:23:32 | 70.08 | 98% |
| 1062 | 2022-01-29 13:30:56 | 63.46 | 96% |
| 897 | 2022-01-27 09:04:42 | 61.06 | 96% |
| 16 | 2021-11-26 15:08:13 | 42.83 | 94% |