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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10601 | 2022-01-29 12:45:55 | 109.84 | 99% |
| 10212 | 2021-12-22 12:02:16 | 102.61 | 100% |
| 9398 | 2021-09-12 05:10:26 | 83.03 | 98% |
| 5550 | 2021-06-12 13:13:38 | 85.14 | 98% |
| 2046 | 2020-03-02 14:55:07 | 66.71 | 98% |