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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4928 | 2024-12-17 09:10:54 | 106.69 | 98.7% |
| 3568 | 2021-06-13 07:10:08 | 107.73 | 98% |
| 1989 | 2021-01-31 02:04:34 | 95.71 | 97.4% |
| 612 | 2020-11-26 05:40:22 | 75.26 | 95% |
| 305 | 2020-11-15 05:07:45 | 67.46 | 96% |