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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3447 | 2024-07-19 18:44:50 | 123.72 | 97.8% |
| 3070 | 2023-09-14 13:02:18 | 131.55 | 98.2% |
| 2709 | 2022-04-06 14:08:37 | 126.69 | 99% |
| 1239 | 2021-03-08 14:50:53 | 96.75 | 97% |