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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6708 | 2024-06-10 16:06:12 | 127.99 | 98.7% |
| 4898 | 2022-08-19 18:45:51 | 102.99 | 96% |
| 3877 | 2021-05-19 21:01:16 | 108.88 | 95% |
| 3239 | 2021-01-30 04:23:51 | 102.79 | 97.3% |