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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8326 | 2022-08-06 21:39:41 | 133.57 | 99% |
| 6367 | 2022-06-07 21:57:36 | 116.69 | 97% |
| 4871 | 2022-05-15 22:06:06 | 127.45 | 98% |
| 2619 | 2022-03-29 14:11:37 | 134.40 | 98% |
| 2412 | 2022-03-27 15:21:22 | 104.40 | 95% |
| 317 | 2022-03-11 21:31:46 | 104.94 | 97% |