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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12503 | 2024-03-13 13:42:00 | 91.60 | 97% |
| 4117 | 2023-08-19 19:31:20 | 58.93 | 95% |
| 3090 | 2023-08-04 14:40:55 | 68.97 | 96% |
| 1051 | 2023-07-07 08:43:50 | 53.50 | 95% |
| 302 | 2023-06-02 20:38:16 | 46.95 | 94% |