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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12422 | 2025-07-12 05:51:55 | 192.44 | 100% |
| 10701 | 2024-11-24 01:58:36 | 157.96 | 98.8% |
| 6362 | 2023-02-20 03:10:47 | 150.76 | 99% |
| 2173 | 2022-04-26 01:38:07 | 152.09 | 99% |