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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1513 | 2021-09-06 15:26:26 | 100.71 | 96% |
| 1257 | 2021-08-02 10:20:41 | 93.52 | 96% |
| 679 | 2021-03-01 16:38:28 | 89.04 | 95% |