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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5879 | 2022-07-18 07:05:33 | 103.44 | 100% |
| 3788 | 2020-12-21 01:52:00 | 95.00 | 99% |
| 3432 | 2020-12-01 07:18:07 | 95.21 | 99% |