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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 55862 | 2023-06-25 21:29:18 | 126.03 | 96% |
| 49486 | 2020-10-14 12:12:31 | 122.92 | 95% |
| 45351 | 2019-12-22 18:33:05 | 96.72 | 92% |
| 36558 | 2019-05-11 17:56:25 | 142.68 | 98% |
| 34230 | 2019-03-24 18:15:03 | 117.22 | 96% |
| 33049 | 2019-02-18 18:20:32 | 148.45 | 98% |