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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6450 | 2021-03-28 22:40:19 | 155.16 | 99% |
| 5801 | 2021-01-17 04:50:36 | 139.03 | 98% |
| 5698 | 2021-01-09 17:21:41 | 123.52 | 98% |
| 2659 | 2020-10-30 22:47:31 | 145.51 | 100% |
| 1992 | 2020-10-19 00:26:08 | 115.49 | 96% |