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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9839 | 2021-07-28 05:02:52 | 73.15 | 96% |
| 7935 | 2021-05-07 11:48:34 | 66.36 | 94% |
| 7705 | 2021-05-04 07:14:37 | 82.07 | 95% |
| 5494 | 2021-03-29 09:08:23 | 83.45 | 97% |