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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3449 | 2023-09-28 20:04:56 | 125.79 | 99.1% |
| 3410 | 2023-09-26 20:14:20 | 118.73 | 99.5% |
| 3387 | 2023-09-20 21:57:26 | 126.44 | 99.5% |
| 3052 | 2022-05-25 16:55:48 | 106.61 | 97% |