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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16672 | 2020-08-12 17:12:50 | 82.23 | 96% |
| 10567 | 2020-05-16 16:59:47 | 93.42 | 96% |
| 10149 | 2020-05-13 11:51:37 | 91.44 | 97% |
| 9297 | 2020-05-05 12:00:47 | 86.21 | 95% |
| 5791 | 2020-01-11 17:25:12 | 99.10 | 97% |