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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5912 | 2023-04-08 02:40:09 | 120.03 | 98% |
| 4061 | 2023-03-05 04:47:23 | 106.27 | 98% |
| 399 | 2019-07-09 06:31:40 | 80.13 | 97% |
| 351 | 2019-07-07 06:20:21 | 85.02 | 97% |