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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13436 | 2024-01-29 04:24:13 | 103.60 | 97.8% |
| 7822 | 2022-02-26 21:17:09 | 110.97 | 99% |
| 7511 | 2022-02-11 18:44:24 | 104.51 | 97% |
| 6634 | 2021-12-07 21:04:20 | 118.30 | 99% |