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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3052 | 2022-07-01 23:46:26 | 110.27 | 98% |
| 486 | 2022-05-03 15:45:47 | 125.22 | 98% |
| 386 | 2022-05-01 23:06:16 | 100.63 | 96% |