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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8221 | 2021-06-25 10:24:26 | 113.16 | 100% |
| 4204 | 2020-07-29 10:54:32 | 96.16 | 98% |
| 2180 | 2020-03-22 11:16:27 | 84.35 | 98% |
| 1305 | 2019-11-19 10:53:37 | 90.00 | 97% |