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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10405 | 2022-02-08 08:46:52 | 82.26 | 96% |
| 7590 | 2021-11-25 10:50:44 | 74.58 | 96% |
| 4379 | 2021-09-22 11:58:55 | 95.56 | 99% |
| 1851 | 2021-08-21 11:06:24 | 71.35 | 96% |