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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5916 | 2022-01-03 12:42:53 | 138.83 | 100% |
| 5330 | 2021-07-28 11:00:34 | 107.48 | 97% |
| 3037 | 2020-12-15 07:46:39 | 107.27 | 97% |