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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6662 | 2022-06-07 01:04:45 | 74.16 | 95% |
| 6591 | 2022-05-10 08:09:49 | 80.91 | 96% |
| 4439 | 2021-04-17 13:16:31 | 76.05 | 96% |