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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8840 | 2020-06-28 01:21:01 | 93.51 | 97% |
| 8462 | 2020-06-16 22:22:11 | 75.57 | 95% |
| 6549 | 2020-04-29 17:59:18 | 86.85 | 96% |
| 6089 | 2020-04-22 20:20:03 | 97.37 | 97% |
| 5852 | 2020-04-17 19:19:08 | 83.83 | 96% |
| 3471 | 2020-03-25 04:29:48 | 79.40 | 96% |