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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10892 | 2021-10-13 02:04:02 | 137.13 | 99% |
| 8803 | 2020-10-28 22:24:43 | 105.46 | 98% |
| 7558 | 2019-11-07 01:44:17 | 109.55 | 97% |