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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1501 | 2022-10-15 03:49:40 | 83.73 | 97% |
| 1231 | 2021-12-26 23:29:43 | 76.64 | 96% |
| 993 | 2021-07-31 20:40:00 | 74.91 | 96% |
| 606 | 2021-02-24 05:51:19 | 79.81 | 97.5% |