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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15430 | 2022-05-25 16:55:44 | 122.97 | 99% |
| 11523 | 2021-03-17 21:20:55 | 112.85 | 98% |
| 10858 | 2021-02-15 11:22:27 | 107.83 | 97.8% |
| 5896 | 2020-10-31 11:28:15 | 109.67 | 99% |
| 2242 | 2020-09-04 09:59:01 | 88.56 | 97% |