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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24007 | 2021-06-13 06:05:20 | 105.99 | 97% |
| 22272 | 2021-05-10 08:53:32 | 112.15 | 99% |
| 18414 | 2021-01-19 08:50:19 | 112.13 | 97% |
| 16706 | 2020-12-24 03:22:43 | 118.85 | 99% |
| 12062 | 2020-06-18 11:38:13 | 104.26 | 98% |
| 6883 | 2019-07-24 06:32:02 | 96.37 | 98% |