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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9886 | 2021-01-04 09:57:22 | 105.49 | 99% |
| 4770 | 2020-05-28 13:11:21 | 104.48 | 99% |
| 3898 | 2020-04-18 08:30:02 | 81.52 | 98% |
| 3295 | 2020-04-02 17:42:01 | 84.83 | 93% |