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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1534 | 2021-12-14 04:39:05 | 76.80 | 100% |
| 185 | 2021-03-18 04:37:38 | 45.58 | 93% |
| 50 | 2021-02-22 11:09:37 | 43.93 | 95% |