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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4866 | 2023-01-07 07:32:58 | 91.24 | 97% |
| 3985 | 2022-09-25 13:31:11 | 94.35 | 99% |
| 2730 | 2022-03-15 18:23:25 | 84.79 | 97% |
| 1416 | 2022-02-14 14:06:22 | 70.53 | 96% |