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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1244 | 2021-06-13 07:14:43 | 35.86 | 96% |
| 764 | 2021-05-24 05:47:27 | 27.37 | 94% |
| 689 | 2021-05-19 07:39:31 | 30.31 | 96% |
| 523 | 2021-05-09 14:23:12 | 31.86 | 95% |