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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18210 | 2021-05-06 18:21:37 | 74.91 | 99% |
| 16081 | 2021-02-14 01:03:16 | 73.10 | 98.7% |
| 15714 | 2021-02-02 01:54:47 | 69.28 | 97.4% |
| 14863 | 2021-01-07 19:44:57 | 81.08 | 100% |
| 9328 | 2020-07-23 06:19:33 | 88.84 | 100% |
| 7065 | 2019-04-23 04:53:37 | 61.06 | 99% |