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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2749 | 2021-11-01 16:46:51 | 80.10 | 98% |
| 399 | 2019-10-06 16:24:09 | 61.27 | 96% |
| 115 | 2019-07-27 09:00:50 | 47.77 | 96% |