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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2140 | 2020-12-26 03:14:47 | 133.70 | 97% |
| 1885 | 2020-11-20 15:45:50 | 126.06 | 97% |
| 1136 | 2020-07-10 19:34:01 | 124.81 | 97% |