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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4262 | 2023-11-11 03:13:53 | 104.88 | 97.5% |
| 4064 | 2023-07-12 05:05:22 | 95.01 | 98% |
| 3967 | 2023-06-03 07:15:06 | 91.34 | 96% |
| 922 | 2021-03-23 22:55:07 | 78.21 | 95% |
| 491 | 2021-03-16 02:20:01 | 67.43 | 95% |