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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15163 | 2021-05-26 13:15:49 | 136.70 | 100% |
| 13521 | 2021-04-09 15:22:55 | 100.99 | 96% |
| 12503 | 2020-12-08 15:45:05 | 109.31 | 98% |