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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 542 | 2021-08-22 16:43:29 | 49.85 | 93% |
| 373 | 2021-08-17 05:41:49 | 48.72 | 94% |
| 36 | 2020-11-19 14:24:16 | 40.84 | 94% |