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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6036 | 2022-08-08 12:45:50 | 116.11 | 98% |
| 4878 | 2021-04-20 00:12:10 | 109.77 | 97% |
| 4798 | 2021-01-19 01:12:00 | 106.65 | 97% |
| 3712 | 2019-05-08 21:35:03 | 120.13 | 99% |