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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 34090 | 2021-01-18 17:16:28 | 162.88 | 100% |
| 33115 | 2020-12-26 17:01:47 | 152.34 | 100% |
| 29513 | 2020-08-18 09:22:40 | 149.85 | 100% |
| 28165 | 2020-05-11 04:22:04 | 124.63 | 98% |
| 27087 | 2020-04-24 10:50:28 | 147.14 | 98% |
| 23471 | 2019-08-07 14:52:28 | 128.67 | 99% |