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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5475 | 2022-02-07 01:27:46 | 64.08 | 98% |
| 4833 | 2021-12-16 00:08:50 | 60.09 | 97% |
| 4405 | 2021-11-21 22:10:06 | 61.26 | 98% |