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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11008 | 2021-11-11 04:33:33 | 102.26 | 95% |
| 7204 | 2021-06-14 06:11:02 | 101.58 | 97% |
| 5359 | 2021-05-14 20:30:11 | 100.63 | 97% |
| 3031 | 2021-04-16 22:40:37 | 91.08 | 96% |