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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18887 | 2024-12-28 09:14:51 | 127.46 | 98.1% |
| 17749 | 2024-12-13 06:27:43 | 104.28 | 95.8% |
| 7657 | 2021-03-24 17:10:31 | 129.37 | 98% |
| 6219 | 2021-02-26 08:06:27 | 112.51 | 96.7% |
| 3490 | 2021-01-13 11:06:16 | 119.03 | 99% |
| 2053 | 2020-12-23 06:59:44 | 124.22 | 99% |