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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4945 | 2021-07-30 13:51:51 | 95.01 | 98% |
| 4858 | 2021-06-19 05:04:36 | 93.71 | 98% |
| 3282 | 2019-03-12 21:05:48 | 83.64 | 97% |
| 2365 | 2019-03-06 04:52:16 | 88.80 | 97% |
| 2113 | 2019-03-03 17:03:40 | 85.92 | 97% |