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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6220 | 2025-05-18 16:54:38 | 107.49 | 100% |
| 4765 | 2022-01-08 23:10:20 | 93.55 | 100% |
| 1305 | 2021-07-06 07:07:57 | 110.96 | 100% |
| 325 | 2021-05-25 09:51:48 | 108.71 | 100% |