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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1870 | 2021-10-26 11:30:09 | 65.53 | 95% |
| 1737 | 2021-08-12 16:27:29 | 65.98 | 96% |
| 1227 | 2021-04-28 08:24:29 | 64.78 | 94% |