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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3613 | 2022-04-09 18:53:09 | 68.76 | 96% |
| 3165 | 2022-02-08 05:47:04 | 73.46 | 96% |
| 3119 | 2022-02-04 20:47:31 | 70.34 | 97% |
| 2390 | 2021-12-22 15:48:01 | 76.01 | 96% |
| 137 | 2021-08-01 14:17:46 | 43.63 | 96% |