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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1248 | 2021-07-31 22:10:27 | 85.19 | 97% |
| 825 | 2021-06-02 20:25:17 | 83.19 | 96% |
| 601 | 2021-05-08 05:24:17 | 83.03 | 98% |