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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27395 | 2023-03-18 16:17:23 | 164.05 | 98% |
| 22807 | 2022-03-09 18:13:32 | 157.65 | 98% |
| 18054 | 2021-07-10 16:27:46 | 142.92 | 98% |
| 13484 | 2020-07-09 16:34:39 | 135.62 | 98% |
| 10060 | 2019-06-15 21:41:05 | 138.35 | 96% |