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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1789 | 2021-02-11 20:41:17 | 75.13 | 98% |
| 1601 | 2021-02-08 16:46:31 | 60.41 | 94.8% |
| 918 | 2021-01-20 18:45:29 | 63.96 | 95% |