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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2803 | 2021-11-06 08:15:02 | 209.17 | 99% |
| 2802 | 2021-11-06 08:14:32 | 189.96 | 98% |
| 2503 | 2021-10-27 11:36:38 | 180.73 | 98% |
| 2426 | 2021-10-24 12:01:44 | 192.37 | 98% |
| 1316 | 2021-09-22 04:49:29 | 192.46 | 98% |