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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3014 | 2021-04-04 18:25:42 | 63.22 | 96% |
| 2775 | 2021-04-01 22:17:51 | 71.41 | 97% |
| 1111 | 2021-03-11 17:48:11 | 65.63 | 96% |