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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11820 | 2021-11-27 06:09:42 | 80.31 | 97% |
| 10303 | 2021-06-23 15:47:18 | 92.33 | 97% |
| 8845 | 2021-04-26 05:29:35 | 76.99 | 96% |
| 8383 | 2021-04-19 16:10:31 | 111.59 | 99% |
| 6500 | 2021-01-12 13:06:58 | 111.10 | 98% |
| 2866 | 2020-02-02 12:46:25 | 79.81 | 97% |