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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3404 | 2020-07-27 12:13:52 | 89.74 | 97% |
| 2207 | 2020-06-17 15:22:55 | 80.81 | 96% |
| 1828 | 2019-07-08 12:03:40 | 66.15 | 95% |