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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1609 | 2021-09-15 17:43:27 | 127.05 | 97% |
| 641 | 2021-03-14 06:37:56 | 121.72 | 96% |
| 555 | 2021-02-19 04:56:56 | 110.34 | 96.8% |
| 170 | 2021-01-28 04:39:44 | 131.55 | 98.7% |