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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11439 | 2021-01-20 03:01:03 | 132.50 | 99% |
| 11303 | 2020-12-28 02:32:34 | 129.50 | 98% |
| 11245 | 2020-12-24 22:12:47 | 126.79 | 98% |
| 9728 | 2020-10-02 02:19:50 | 118.49 | 97% |
| 1504 | 2020-05-12 18:32:03 | 106.11 | 98% |