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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6985 | 2022-01-11 17:28:11 | 97.77 | 99% |
| 4705 | 2021-08-09 15:11:34 | 101.04 | 98% |
| 4057 | 2021-06-24 15:29:23 | 96.01 | 97% |
| 1330 | 2021-03-04 12:31:47 | 76.29 | 96% |
| 358 | 2020-12-08 21:01:50 | 82.12 | 97% |