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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12702 | 2021-06-26 20:34:33 | 138.68 | 99% |
| 6659 | 2020-10-26 23:37:57 | 107.49 | 96% |
| 4762 | 2019-04-04 17:34:58 | 85.17 | 94% |