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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17472 | 2021-11-20 18:29:02 | 126.86 | 100% |
| 16275 | 2021-04-17 20:28:12 | 108.70 | 99% |
| 15543 | 2019-03-14 23:11:43 | 132.17 | 99% |