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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5526 | 2024-07-06 16:04:49 | 110.27 | 98.7% |
| 3315 | 2023-07-05 08:27:52 | 78.44 | 95% |
| 1483 | 2021-01-25 07:00:30 | 76.76 | 96% |
| 168 | 2020-12-25 09:22:58 | 75.76 | 96% |