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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2631 | 2022-04-16 20:20:21 | 73.66 | 98% |
| 2475 | 2022-04-09 22:50:23 | 69.03 | 97% |
| 1258 | 2022-03-01 23:35:27 | 65.51 | 95% |
| 1124 | 2022-02-28 00:43:05 | 67.37 | 98% |
| 1094 | 2022-02-27 21:51:37 | 74.94 | 98% |
| 305 | 2022-02-10 23:14:25 | 69.28 | 97% |