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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1129 | 2021-03-02 13:21:14 | 77.76 | 94% |
| 808 | 2021-02-22 14:55:56 | 84.04 | 94% |
| 474 | 2021-02-09 13:14:45 | 72.90 | 96% |
| 375 | 2021-02-06 15:21:19 | 67.22 | 96.4% |