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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9746 | 2023-03-06 10:01:19 | 92.92 | 98% |
| 4573 | 2022-10-27 06:24:11 | 93.74 | 98% |
| 3186 | 2022-04-14 14:35:09 | 88.90 | 97% |
| 3121 | 2022-03-18 16:35:20 | 91.65 | 96% |