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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5161 | 2021-03-31 14:09:21 | 106.75 | 99% |
| 4939 | 2021-03-25 13:28:52 | 103.65 | 99% |
| 2572 | 2020-04-26 09:34:33 | 89.75 | 97% |
| 2228 | 2020-03-07 23:35:20 | 104.06 | 99% |