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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5332 | 2023-06-19 18:17:36 | 79.31 | 98.7% |
| 4992 | 2023-06-06 20:13:32 | 90.95 | 99.5% |
| 4589 | 2023-06-01 15:35:54 | 87.73 | 99.5% |
| 2020 | 2021-02-03 19:07:02 | 67.35 | 97.4% |