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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4376 | 2021-08-09 04:45:11 | 120.23 | 97% |
| 2677 | 2021-01-11 20:31:30 | 115.94 | 100% |
| 2264 | 2020-12-21 15:24:28 | 121.85 | 100% |
| 2263 | 2020-12-21 15:23:40 | 114.33 | 99% |
| 2262 | 2020-12-21 15:22:33 | 105.58 | 98% |