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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13517 | 2022-09-29 17:17:30 | 133.86 | 98% |
| 9578 | 2022-02-19 05:57:19 | 112.97 | 97% |
| 7299 | 2021-11-06 16:41:02 | 127.02 | 97% |
| 4029 | 2019-06-03 12:56:42 | 117.84 | 97% |