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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2816 | 2022-01-04 17:21:34 | 101.97 | 97% |
| 424 | 2021-10-18 18:18:33 | 120.31 | 99% |
| 401 | 2021-10-18 17:31:27 | 104.89 | 99% |
| 273 | 2021-10-14 18:35:43 | 103.07 | 98% |