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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3256 | 2021-09-10 02:44:02 | 78.62 | 97% |
| 3195 | 2021-09-08 10:02:58 | 80.83 | 97% |
| 2965 | 2021-08-31 09:54:23 | 72.99 | 95% |