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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4279 | 2024-03-19 10:09:30 | 141.21 | 98.3% |
| 3100 | 2023-03-29 12:13:46 | 130.57 | 99% |
| 550 | 2022-01-07 08:33:44 | 117.29 | 98% |
| 374 | 2022-01-04 02:10:18 | 105.46 | 97% |