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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3251 | 2021-10-03 07:14:39 | 87.75 | 97% |
| 2571 | 2021-08-17 03:51:52 | 76.56 | 96% |
| 338 | 2021-06-17 01:29:06 | 84.70 | 98% |
| 256 | 2021-06-16 02:48:55 | 57.69 | 97% |