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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6027 | 2023-03-26 08:37:57 | 206.85 | 99% |
| 3533 | 2021-06-10 04:52:12 | 189.54 | 99% |
| 3532 | 2021-06-10 04:50:50 | 174.12 | 98% |
| 422 | 2021-04-17 20:08:26 | 168.62 | 99% |