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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18445 | 2023-07-07 03:38:37 | 90.79 | 99% |
| 13626 | 2021-03-23 09:01:58 | 84.60 | 99% |
| 12822 | 2021-01-11 01:23:16 | 74.97 | 99% |
| 7393 | 2020-02-19 23:47:10 | 72.54 | 97% |