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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30676 | 2021-09-27 18:42:23 | 93.30 | 96% |
| 30202 | 2021-09-18 19:22:12 | 98.96 | 96% |
| 29810 | 2021-09-15 16:44:58 | 93.70 | 97% |
| 29081 | 2021-09-09 11:02:51 | 103.51 | 98% |
| 28255 | 2021-09-05 16:15:32 | 109.06 | 98% |