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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8333 | 2023-01-25 04:54:58 | 75.31 | 96% |
| 5690 | 2021-10-21 04:05:22 | 65.53 | 96% |
| 4517 | 2021-06-20 08:54:11 | 64.32 | 97% |
| 4192 | 2021-05-27 02:51:14 | 67.33 | 98% |
| 3096 | 2021-02-22 04:39:47 | 53.47 | 96.2% |