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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4431 | 2021-04-23 17:29:52 | 125.59 | 98% |
| 1128 | 2020-12-21 18:28:51 | 98.53 | 96% |
| 78 | 2019-03-20 23:42:17 | 62.24 | 95% |