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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2217 | 2022-07-07 10:00:34 | 116.55 | 98% |
| 1986 | 2022-05-05 07:19:15 | 109.58 | 98% |
| 1205 | 2021-08-13 05:35:22 | 110.39 | 99% |
| 1135 | 2021-06-23 15:47:10 | 127.78 | 100% |