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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 937 | 2020-01-14 20:16:43 | 55.79 | 94% |
| 704 | 2020-01-13 00:52:01 | 66.45 | 96% |
| 505 | 2019-09-22 06:28:51 | 58.89 | 95% |