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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22940 | 2020-12-11 23:43:53 | 169.84 | 98% |
| 11989 | 2020-03-05 04:37:25 | 159.46 | 100% |
| 11011 | 2020-02-17 05:30:16 | 137.33 | 98% |
| 10076 | 2020-02-05 05:10:35 | 157.16 | 99% |
| 7425 | 2020-01-19 23:20:52 | 141.47 | 99% |
| 6282 | 2020-01-16 00:33:38 | 150.69 | 98% |
| 4936 | 2020-01-11 01:59:51 | 143.13 | 98% |
| 4507 | 2020-01-10 09:50:39 | 154.02 | 100% |