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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3878 | 2020-08-05 00:42:54 | 152.33 | 100% |
| 3229 | 2020-06-01 03:43:16 | 145.51 | 100% |
| 2430 | 2019-11-13 23:40:05 | 147.02 | 99% |
| 2215 | 2019-11-04 16:21:19 | 151.10 | 100% |