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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4780 | 2020-04-07 20:03:53 | 91.80 | 98% |
| 4752 | 2020-04-07 07:15:33 | 79.02 | 96% |
| 1581 | 2019-05-24 07:06:48 | 79.47 | 98% |
| 1152 | 2019-02-01 19:31:27 | 68.58 | 97% |