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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11029 | 2021-02-17 18:31:37 | 92.31 | 97.8% |
| 7084 | 2019-09-01 08:31:32 | 86.15 | 99% |
| 3765 | 2019-07-08 17:15:00 | 77.72 | 98% |
| 3123 | 2019-07-02 12:31:32 | 64.61 | 95% |
| 1167 | 2019-06-04 04:56:52 | 65.71 | 96% |