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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13911 | 2021-12-20 21:23:41 | 170.55 | 100% |
| 12369 | 2020-09-18 20:46:14 | 178.61 | 98% |
| 10208 | 2020-08-10 14:03:46 | 158.36 | 97% |
| 9958 | 2020-08-06 12:31:30 | 194.06 | 100% |
| 9957 | 2020-08-06 12:31:08 | 164.55 | 99% |