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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2995 | 2024-07-06 22:09:09 | 103.32 | 97.5% |
| 2217 | 2024-04-14 10:26:11 | 116.44 | 98.3% |
| 2131 | 2024-04-06 13:49:55 | 117.45 | 98.7% |